Foreword by Jillian Sawyer
Each of us finds at some stage in our life, there comes a time when
we need some form of release. Those of us who enjoy working with stained
glass, know that it helps to fulfil the spiritual side of our nature and
returns us refreshed to our usual routine. Weaving stories around my
childhood visions of Faeries, they took on a mature new life of their
own, and in their creation I found a great deal of satisfaction and a
curious sense of peace.
So from the creatures of the icebound mountains, lakes and fjords of
Scandinavia and the dark woods of Europe, to the wild folk of Celtic
fable and ancient Britain, from the strange beings of Ireland and the
magic of Merlin of Arthurian legend, to the sweet little faerie at the
bottom of the garden, come my Faeries.
Faerie legends from ages past abound and have always been part of
folklore. What was fact and what was fantasy, has been distorted and
interwoven by the mists of time. We were close to the earth then, more
at one with nature, and who knows what creatures walked with us and
talked with us? Now we have lost those links with nature and we no
longer see or hear.
Whose loss? Theirs or ours? Ours I think!
I know a land where Faeries still exist – in the valleys of my mind,
Alive and vibrant and where I can see them at will.
Maybe you see them too?