There’s a reason I have this Arthur Rackham print hanging above my desk. It’s an illustration from Midsummer Night’s Dream entitled – “Faeries Away!” I’m sure they were simply scurrying off to help Puck on some naughty misadventure, but I love their happy dynamic brilliance. And yes, I have to admit that I have never ever, really, totally, stopped believing in nature spirits and of course, thanks to Harriet, all the angelic beings as well. Call me fey. Call me naïve. But I know that there are more things in heaven and earth and under the sun than we can catch out of the corner of our eye.
It’s all a matter of essence and energy. Gnomes, Sylphs, Salamanders, Fauns – what were they but our puny stabs at understanding this vast and incomprehensible world in which we find ourselves. And that leads me to the Deva, which I meant to include in the description of the Sitting Room.
This sculpture was carved out of single piece of redwood by a sculptor in Northern California and I am sorry and embarrassed to say that I have forgotten his name. He called the piece “A Tear for Jim Henson” to honor the Muppet creator who had recently died and because there was a natural gap in the wood that suggested that the “frog-ish” creature was crying. We named him the Deva and he has since sat and greeted all who come to our home. Our oldest grandson, Sean, is now a senior at Sonoma State but he was the first to sit astride the Deva, and the other grandchildren have followed suit. I know he has his own essence and energy and I think I sometimes catch his very spirit out of the corner of my eye.
POSTSCRIPT: Happy Anniversary to Me. This is my 100th Post.