A Piper Called Them

9 08 2019

Come away, oh human child! To the waters and the wild (W.B. Yeats) … Experience a realm of mystical beings who are a part of the magic and beauty of nature. Dare to enter the wondrous Real of Faerie. There are many mysterious and fascinating paths to follow in this enchanting realm. Choose to the left and dare to enter a wondrous realm full of magic and beauty…
by Edwina Peterson Cross

When the piper called them artists and writers conjured many versions of the portal that led to the Cave of the Enchantress and Lemuria. What would you pack for the journey? How would you find your way into the fantasy world of Bancroft Manor?

Through the Enchanted Doorway
A journey of the Heart

My journey began long before I knew I was looking for something. One night I received an email asking me if I was ready to embark on a journey. I had no idea where it would go. It started with a list. Tired of carrying the weight of my life, I packed lightly with only what would fit in my little backpack.

At daybreak, I meet many travellers who were ready for such a journey as this. I found a hidden door in a tree and was whisked away by a night ride in moonlight. Mysterious gipsies drew me with a silent call in the night.

Some kind of enchantment made my dreams deep and meaningful. Before long, I woke each day excited to know what would happen next. The journey to an island brought memories I didn’t know I possessed. Ancient knowledge was revealed to me.

How can my life ever be the same now? I learned to proclaim who I am. I am no longer the invisible child! See me! Hear me! Understand my words! Slowly I have come to realize my own truth. That truth is to be free. Unburdened by my own past and my parents past. Just let it go and find what’s around that next corner.

I have met celestial beings. I have to meet wee fairies. I have meet warriors of great strength and feminine mystic. I have to meet talking donkeys and talking dolls. I have met known hell raisers. I have been reintroduced to friends of old who knew me long ago.

And now I have learned to be open in a completely new way. My heart feels lighter than I ever remember it being. I have let go of old cryptic ideas. I have found a new road. The Silk Road. It winds through space and time; thoughts and dreams; mystery and magic.

Somewhere along the way, I met myself. The child, the girl, and the woman I want to be. I was stunned to discover that I needed to make some changes. To hold my own hand and say, “Yes! We can do this.” Brick by brick I had to tear down my own walls and find an inner world rich with ideas waiting to be discovered.

At last, I am in a distant land with no water and no road. I have finally come to the last door. The one that was hidden away for safekeeping, so no one would find that brilliant light. The key is the secret that I hid in my own heart. It was a prisoner there that I bound tight. And through my journey, the ties loosened. And fell away, until I could feel an ache of joy and freedom coming close.

The key that spilt from my lips opened the door and released my spirit. Away I flew with magic wings. I saw a wildfire burning. The fire of my anger, my regret, my invisibility burning, burning, gone! – Luna Eternally.

A Wander’s Song

I found a hidden door —
was whisked away in the moonlight.
Gipsies drew me — enchantment made my dreams.
Ancient knowledge revealed —
how can my life ever be the same?

See me! Hear me! — I proclaim who I am.
I am not an invisible child!
See me! Hear me! — that truth is to be free.

I have met celestial beings —
and have danced with wee fairies;
warriors of great strength and feminine mystic;
newfound talking donkeys and dolls —
and friends of old who knew me long ago.

See me! Hear me! — I proclaim who I am.
I am not an invisible child!
See me! Hear me! — that truth is to be free.

The Silk Road winds through time and space —
of dreams and mystery and magic.
Somewhere along the way, I meet myself;
as a child, girl, the woman I want to be —
the secret that I have hidden in my heart.

See me! Hear me! — I proclaim who I am.
I am not an invisible child!
See me! Hear me! — that truth is to be free.

by faucon of Sakinel – for Luna.

Wandering

We have wandered roads together
played and learned and found each other
hand in hand the journey winds
through the back roads of memory
through the pathways of new learning
up the stairs where magic beckons
into caverns dark
and to the morning.

by Fran Sbrocchi: Secretary of Donkey Incorporated





Aesthetics of Appreciation

27 07 2019

Named one of the 101 best Writing Web Sites by Writer’s Digest, SOUL FOOD CAFE provides inspiration for writers and artists to make creative work a daily practice. The editors hope that searching minds will appreciate the “chain reaction that promotes creativity and the flow of words.”

Back in 2004, I stumbled upon the work of Cynthia Korzekwa’s. Her exploration of the Aesthetics of Appreciation captivated me. Her retablos were a delight to meditate upon.  “If you’re lucky and don’t know it, it’s like not being lucky at all,” wrote Korzekwa. She suggests that to keep your luck alive you need to recognize it by making retablos

A retablo is a devotional painting, especially a small popular or folk art one using iconography derived from traditional Catholic church art. More generally retablo is also the Spanish term for a retable or reredos above an altar, whether a large altarpiece painting or an elaborate wooden structure with sculptures. Typically this includes painting, sculpture or a combination of the two, and an elaborate framework enclosing it. The Latin etymology of the Spanish word means “board behind”. Aside from being found behind the altar, “similar ornamental structures are built and carved over facades and doorways”, called overdoors.

Korzekwa percieved Retablos to provide a means of offering thanks for her luck.

I consider myself to have been lucky to meet people like Korzekwa when I worked the Soul Food Cafe. This site is what I consider to be a Retablo. It is a way of giving thanks to the divine source that continues to feed me. It also enables me to express how much I appreciated the generosity of all those people who joined me and fired my imagination during those amazing ten years.


Gratitude journals are very popular thanks, in large part, to the work of the mindfulness movement. Making retablos may enrich a gratitude journal. Consider finding ways to keep your luck alive and find fresh ways to make retablos.