Every land needs a protective spirit. But where do they come from? Are they settled in a place depuis la nuit des temps? Do they migrate in search of suitable territory, like pollinators looking for a place where they can thrive?
A few years ago we found our protective spirit hovering near the grotto in the woods. The place was wild, hidden by thorn bushes, inaccessible except to forest animals, asleep for decades. Here the water flows right out of the rock cliff wall, filtered by fronds and moss and ferns, sweet and delicious.
Our spirit is an adolescent girl and an ancient woman of the forest. Her name is Jeanne. She is a shepherdess and a sorceress, a shy elf and a warrior, a fierce defender of the wood creatures and all good living things. Woe is he who provokes her righteous indignation, for she is a formidable force, and the Rocklings are her special friends.
There are those who say that the fairies and elves are leaving us because we are poisoning this world; that since they are composed of true-ness they cannot survive in the murk. But is there nothing we can do to ensure that some places are pure enough to entice them to stay?
Maybe it’s time to take a stand. Set aside your weapons, take off your shoes, don your robes of white and pink, the colors of purity and love. This is a protected place. This is Jeanne’s abode.
Labeling day was a special occasion here, for Jeanne is the emblem of our debutante Rosé. We think this is what the protectrice might look like on a day in Spring.
From the bottom of our hearts, we thank the very talented artist, Peter Reynolds, for allowing us to use a drawing he made when our children were young. I invite you to visit Peter’s site where his wonderful drawings and illustrations reveal his particular love for helping children find their way through art.
Peter H. Reynolds
308 Congress Street, 6th Floor, Boston, MA 02210
* depuis la nuit des temps = since the beginning of time
Some photos of labeling day with Jeanne: