Flowers, Rag Trees, and Definitive Proof That Fairies Are Real 😉steemCreated with Sketch.

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My delight over the fact that the evenings have brightened and temperatures are now mild here in Ireland continues to grow. I have written about my seasonal mood changes a couple of times before on Steemit: how I dread the advance of winter – as I know only too well that my mood is going to plummet – but I almost burst with excitement when I detect the slightest hint of summer in the air. I have gone on a few wonderful nature walks lately, and I wanted to share photographs of some of the plants and flowers I've seen, in the hope that perhaps someone else will enjoy seeing them.

I should point out at this point that I'm not a professional photographer, nor even a particularly skilled amateur, by any means.

I just love to take pictures of wonderful things that I see while out and about, enjoying every last moment of the sunshine and warmer weather! Any time I am frazzled, worried or upset, spending a bit of time in nature brings me right back to my core. I hope that the pictures below (which were taken in Dublin's National Botanic Gardens – one of my favourite haunts) will help remind others of the immense beauty that can be found in our local parks and green areas, if we simply take some time to slow down, notice that beauty wherever we can, and fully appreciate it. They were all taken on my Samsung S6 phone.

Daffodils are ruling the roost in the Gardens at the moment: everywhere I turn, they leap out at me in glorious shades of cream, yellow, orange and the occasional flash of bright, vibrant red.

I enjoy watching the smaller flowers come into their own too.

Plants with unusual colours and patterns always catch my eye.

In one area of the Gardens, there stands a replica of a rag tree, with various coloured bands of fabric tied around its branches. Rag trees – as the name would suggest – are trees that have been adorned with pieces of rag, ribbons, fabrics or rosary beads. The trees have traditionally held deep religious, spiritual and cultural significance in Ireland.

The custom is not unique to Ireland – as the sign beside the tree states, the practice of hanging objects from plants, rocks or other natural formations has been a common traditional method of establishing a sense of communion between humans and the natural world – but I have come across quite a few rag trees in rural Ireland during my life. The tradition continues to be a vibrant part of rural Irish life in many areas today.

The second paragraph of the sign explains:

While people leave all types of trinkets and mementoes at rag trees, pieces of cloth are the most common. When people are looking for a cure for illness, traditionally a rag (sometimes inscribed with the illness) was tied to the tree, and as the cloth rots away, so does the ailment. It would be usual for a person to tie a ribbon or piece of fine cloth as a token of thanksgiving in the event of their wish being granted.


The third paragraph on the sign amuses me, as it shows the revenge that fairies can exert on those who mess around with their stomping grounds 😉 ... though the charges against DeLorean were eventually dropped, so who can say what went on there, really?


In case anyone is unable to read what the third paragraph of that notice says, here it is:

Frequently (rag) trees are associated with particular saints (St. Kieran’s Bush, Clareen, Co. Offaly), but their strongest association is with the fairies or little people. In Ireland it is considered very unlucky to damage or uproot these trees as it upsets the little people and they may seek revenge. There is one famous account when the DeLorean car company (Back to the Future) planned to set up a factory in Ireland. The proposed site had an earthen mound with a hawthorn tree on top, which the local workmen would not remove on account of the bad luck associated such an act. It is said that eventually John DeLorean himself actually drove the bulldozer to remove the tree. Production of the car began in early 1981 and ceased in late 1982 with the arrest of John DeLorean on drug trafficking charges which were subsequently dropped.

Do I believe in fairies? The rational side of me is inclined to scoff at the idea, but to be perfectly honest, if I were ever placed in a situation where I was asked to damage an area rumoured to be a fairy fort – much like the workers described above – I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I suppose that in the deepest corners of my heart – which cannot be controlled by logic or rationality – the answer to that question is yes. Yes, I do. My camera was mysteriously unable to focus properly on my elf friend (who can be seen in my spring equinox post) on the day I took the above photos – despite the fact that it was well able to do so with every other picture I took. That adds a certain weight to my belief! In the end, I simply decided to respect the elf's wishes not to be photographed that day, and I stopped trying.

There is something inside me that will forever resonate to the dramatic tales I heard in my childhood: the weight of ancestral memories, the síoga, the banshees, the strange and fantastical happenings outlined in Irish mythology. I will always relish the inexplicable mysteries of life. Being outside in nature makes me feel just a little bit closer to the very heart of those mysteries.

So ... in conclusion, fairies are absolutely indisputably, 100% real, and nature is a lovely thing. 😁 Thank you for reading!

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They are real! I know. I'm sure. :)

Seasonal mood changes are awful! Flowers in nature...fresh air and sunshine are the perfect boosters though! Much of my family heritage comes from Ireland and so the mythology will always be dear. And of course those with whimsical souls do not require anything rational to believe in faeries! <3

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Thank you, @creativesoul. Seasonal mood changes are far from fun, that's for sure. I am experiencing the more positive side of those mood changes right now, as the days are getting warmer ... but when I experience the flipside of that in late autumn, there's nothing for it but to bear down and reach for the comfort food. 😉 Wow, thanks so much for including me on this week's curation list! 😃 It really is an honour.

Oh, I love this, all of it, especially this: There is something inside me that will forever resonate to the dramatic tales I heard in my childhood: the weight of ancestral memories, the síoga, the banshees, the strange and fantastical happenings outlined in Irish mythology. I will always relish the inexplicable mysteries of life. Being outside in nature makes me feel just a little bit closer to the very heart of those mysteries. I used to want faires to be the explanation for so many things - and the stories I loved most were fairy tales. Never outgrew 'em. And I'll take a "Happily Ever After" over gritty realism and tragedy any day. Thank you for this post, and I love your photos. I'm no pro photographer, either. You might check out the hashtag (too bad I can't remember it right) #myluckyshot... oh, I'll hunt it down, and come back to this....

What @carolkean said, precisely.

My older sister Carol was a mythology nut, and had an extensive collection of myths and fairy tales from all over the world. I inherited a small portion of them, and they are among the books that will stay with me always.

And interestingly, this winter I started seeing tiny blue lights outside at night, mostly in front of our house. They moved and looked like fireflies, though the lights were visible for longer and were not flashing, but they were bright blue, and it was well below freezing at the time.

I mentioned it to a friend of mine, and she said, completely matter-of-factly, "Oh, those are faeries. They like you, if they are allowing you to see them."

And a few years earlier, soon after we moved here, another friend, unprompted, told me that the faeries and nature spirits on our place are happy that we moved here, and are protecting us and our animals.

As a science major, trained in the scientific method, and also an empath and a sensitive since childhood, I simply file it under "Things I don't pretend to understand."

Ohh, I wish I'd met your sister Carol!! How sad you lost her! On the bright side, you had her with you longer than I had Julie (murdered at almost 19; I was 13). And the mythology! The fairies! She is so truly a woman after my own heart. Except, I'm more like you. Some brains are wired for faith/belief. Others are hard-wired for empiricism. But I love your method: file it under "Things I don't pretend to understand."

Agreed, I have no doubt that the three of us would have had a great time together! Carol was smart as hell, well read, an original thinker, and absolutely one of the most hilarious people I've ever known, rivaled only by my mom and Marek. ;-)

She was also a writer, and a good one, and wanted to write a book with the working title "The Politically Correct Elbow," about how political correctness is hampering our communications as a people, and making us less authentic with one another. I'm sorry she never got it written, because it could well have been an important work.

Carol was a science major as well, though her chosen path was medicine and pathology, but then later she switched and majored in economics. Go figure.

But we both had the faith/science dichotomy going for us, in no small part because we grew up in a house with a poltergeist, and had a strong psychic connection between us, as well as with our mom and others. We never really had the option of nonbelief in such phenomena, but then we also grew up thinking it was perfectly normal, and didn't realize until we were older that not every family has a resident poltergeist, or simply knows things that there is no logical way they can know.

Speaking of history buffs, Carol was that as well, and was a serious scholar of the Holocaust when we were growing up, resulting in my knowing far more about it than most just through sheer osmosis. I read more books on the Holocaust than nearly anyone I know, and with a single exception, they were because Carol said that I absolutely had to read them.

The exception was "Man's Search for Meaning," by Viktor Frankl, which I read as a young teen, and is still one of the most harrowing yet inspiring books I have ever read.

And yeah, the books were sometimes hard going, but worthwhile, even though I had to space them out, because who can take a steady diet of that and remain emotionally healthy? Not I, said the little red hen.

My own favored historical periods were much earlier, primarily ancient Greece and (to a lesser extent) Rome; and northern Europe, from the Medieval through Baroque periods, especially the British Isles and France. Which, naturally, means that I was the family scholar on the Inquisition and its aftermath, in all its iterations.

Oddly, Carol predicted from the time we were teens that she would die young, and I think she was at least mildly surprised that she lived beyond her thirties. As it was, she lived to just shy of her 55th birthday, dying nine days prior. My own 55th birthday was oddly depressing as a result.

But she had been sick for a long time, and at the end, I think she was just ready to go. And even though it has been nearly eight years, I still find myself wanting to pick up the phone and get her take on something, and I find it entirely unfair that I'm not able to do so, dammit! Is that really too much to ask? I think not!

Poltergeist - that alone is worthy of a book, growing up with one, and not realizing most people do not.
Your sister's unwritten book - she didn't out line, take notes, give you some material to work with and publish posthumously?
Faith/Science: I'm in the midst of reviewing Libby McGugan's second novel in a trilogy about that! She's a physician who embraces the Robert Lanza view of the universe, i.e., she believes in life after death to the point that the line between the two is not all that well-defined (I haven't internalized it to the point that I can paraphrase accurately). Your love of history; early Europe; the Holocaust; I want to chat all day but have half a dozen book reviews to write! Eep! ---Thanks for this Cori!

Yeah, it was funny, my family talked about the poltergeist openly when I was a kid, including my dad.

And later, not long after moving to Tampa, I lived in a house that was seriously haunted, with my then-fiance and two other friends.

When my sisters and I started a three-day email conversation as adults, I asked them to tell me what they remembered of the poltergeist, and they both clammed up. Suddenly, when I was going to write it down, neither one remembered a thing, even though we had spoken of it as adults as well. C'est la vie.

As for my sister's book, what there was of it, died with her. I had the chance to bring home her beloved IBM PS1, which she had proudly kept running all those years, and which undoubtedly contained what work she had done toward the book. But when we were driving home from California, back to Florida, Marek put his foot down as he didn't want to make room for such a veritable antique.

I've kicked myself ever since.

As for spiritual scientists, I've known several, and have read even more, particularly in the realm of physics. Which isn't all that surprising, if you think about it.

The universe is a pretty amazing place, which exists and doesn't exist, at the same time. ;-)

I love that Things I Don't Pretend to Understand filing cabinet. How awesome to be able to have it in our collections when it is quite frowned upon by some people :)

I learned a long time ago that one of the hallmarks of true intelligence is the ability and willingness to admit that we don't know.

I highly respect someone who clearly says "I don't know," because in this day and age, it takes real courage to be honest and honorable, when so few people seem to be willing to be so.

Too many people try to bluff their way through, like certain White House residents who shall remain nameless, and they aren't doing anyone any favors by doing so, least of all themselves. And they are certainly not giving their children even adequate examples to follow.

And, quite frankly, the more I learn, the more I realize that I don't know, because with every question I manage to answer, five more pop up in its place, like hydras.

No one, in this Information Age, can possibly know it all.

And bottom line, I'm okay with not knowing, because I know that whatever I really need to know, I will, as it will reveal itself to me. And if it doesn't, then it wasn't really necessary, at least in that moment.

Yes! And especially too a problem in the Information Age is that it is easy to forget that there are different ways of knowing. There is the abstracted, laser-like pointed focus that compounds the world down into bits of information for the Information Age. But then there's the different kind of knowing which is often wordless, the type from which poetry comes, and that's where we find our home. And that type of knowing is not easily articulatable but is more the action side of the equation, the entering-in :)

Absolutely true. And beautifully stated.

I agree with @sue-stevenson. I absolutely love the idea of the Things I Don't Pretend to Understand filing cabinet! 😃 I find myself putting a whole lot of stuff in there, so that my heart can simply run free: loving what it loves and feeling what it feels, without my rational mind needing to understand one bit of it.

@crescendoofpeace and @carolkean, I so deeply enjoyed reading your conversation above. I haven't been on Steemit for a few days, so it was such a treat for me to log on here tonight to see that this post has received a lot of upvotes, and that the two of you have been engaging in such a profound, moving, thoughtful discussion. It was a joy to read. ❤️

Thank you for your lovely comment, @carolkean. 😊 I don't think I will ever outgrow fairytales either, to be honest!

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The evidence you presented provides only the belief that fairies exists. As a forager I have never actually seen any of the various creatures associated with nature. Yet I have felt patches of herbs accept my presence and tell me that I harvested enough. Was it a mythical creature or the plants themselves acknowleging my need to harvest and that I had taken what they wished to share. I can't say. It's more about being sensitive to the needs of the environment we live in. Nice post and pictures. Look forward to more.

When I said "definitive evidence" I was joking – that's why I put the 😉 face at the end of the title! There is no real way of "proving" any of this objectively. I enjoy the stories of fairies and elves and other intangible forces/energies at work within the natural world, because those are the stories that filled me with wonder as a child and I resonate deeply with them today. I hope to never lose that childlike sense of wonder when it comes to the mysteries of nature. Your sense of an energy within the plants welcoming you and telling you when you have harvested enough is an interesting thing to think about! Thank you for your comment.

Oh don't me wrong. My leanings are towards they exist. Knowing the nature of how we exist here on earth. The probability of existence is greater by far than they don't.
Just by the shear fact that they exist in history in areas that we don't think inter mixed by shear distance. Kinda like herbs last longer in history than chemical drugs. Herbs have been in use for thousands of years. Those that don't don't last long. Pharmaceuticals are only around for a few years or a decade maybe two before they are withdrawn from the market.

This is because Herbs fairies and medicine are usually thought of as a part of the same picture. Another way is to say herbs, respect for the source of the medicine and the patient is. When we loose respect which is some of what the myth of fairies is about. Not they existence but they are perceived to be here to protect the herb. I you have the sensitivity to hear the plants need than you are likely to have the same respect for the pt.

Fairies were about helping the plants to thrive and protect them from their enemies. Which could be anything that could harm the plant. Foragers , insect, animal , other plants, and humans. They qualities represent exist in us all and can be cultivated.

I love your post. I am crazy when it comes to flowers and nature. Your botanical gardens are beautiful. Yours have more trees than the ones I have been to here, which I love. I absolutely understand about seasonal mood changes as it does not affect me but it did affect a very close friend of mine. He would always be sad,depressed and angry especially angry when winter would set in.

Oh, there are few things I love more than spending some time outdoors! Seasonal mood changes are more common than a lot of people believe, I think. ❤️ Thanks for the comment.

Ah you Irish and the fay folk! Love how it is embedded in your very psyche. And they must travel, too, right? As Im sure there are some here in Australia. I love love love the rag trees, they are in England too.. did they come FROM Ireland originally or are they just generally from that part of the world. What a joyful post celebrating the coming of SPRING!

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