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Pixies and horses
I like the sound of pixie, but really don't know much about them. Went searching, found this, first crack out of the box, and it and it made me happy. Read on
The Pixie knows no sorrow, the Pixie feels no fear,
She takes no care for trouble but loves a mug of beer;
Age lays no finger on her, the reaper trots on by
The Pixie, she who changes not, does not grow old or die.
That was a stanza from a poem written by a late 19th century poet, Nora Chesson. I changed it a bit and fell in love.
Found out pixies are drawn to horses; and horse to them, I'm sure and it is their year.They like to ride unbroken colts and make tangles of their manes. My jungle must be full of them, Ari wakes up ever morning with a mane so tangled I despair. I have to use a special horse shampoo that untangles the tangles. His tail gets tangled, too, but nothing I read said anything about them making tangles in horse's tails and he's not exactly a colt at the ripe old age of 97, but he thinks he is. Maybe he fooled them.
I understand pixies are still taken pretty seriously in South-west England and in some areas are actually believed to be real. I have no idea how they got to Kauai but when I see one, I'll ask. They are also, say some, racial remnants of Pictish tribes and, if you saw the film ARTHUR, you would have learned this was the tribe that helped Arthur run the Romans out of England. Guenevere was actually a great Pictish warrior who Arthur fell in love with and married. Her tribe was the one that painted themselves blue. (Maybe that's why I love blue? Thinking of my blue sweats, the floppy and my big bug blue sun glasses I used to wear.) They were also matriarchal. It seems there is no proven connection between pixies and Picts and Arthur, but I think I'll just believe there is 'cause that's what I want to do. My roots are Irish, Scottish and Welsh and my husband, who was also irish-and Jewish-swore I was fey. Don't you just love that word? Fey: having brought about by, or relating to supernatural powers or magic. Wow! I'm in way over my head.
As everyone knows I am a devout non believer but I think if I were to 'believe' in anything, I'd believe in pixies. Here's some more stuff. They have a taste for bits of finery but run around often ill-clothed or naked. That's nice.
They were quite small, loved music and dancing and nature and sought husbands among humans. They are uncommonly beautiful and, don't forget, they loved horses.
I'm going to cut this short. I just saw one swinging on a branch in a tree on the bank outside. I'll be back next week unless I'm not...
"Pixie. Here, pixie..."
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