I’m in Heaven! We decided to follow the water on our journey. Happy we did.
I was surrounded by tons of water sprites today and yesterday, who wanted me to bounce them off of the floats so they could soar into the water. Water sprites are so playful!
Now, it’s time to rest. Inspiration galore for writing when this is my view!
IONA FAY NAMING AIRSTREAM CONTEST WINNER ANNOUNCED! Congratulations to Kristina Marie, who submitted the winning entry for her daughter, Kate!
The new name of the Airstream is “Aoife Aeir Annon!” In Gaelic, it means, “Celtic female warrior Air Stream.” I love the strong, Celtic words along with how it not only reflects the glamper but also The Adventure of Iona Fay series!
Kristina will be sent the Iona Fay crystal necklace found on page 10 in Iona Fay: An Irish Fairy Tale. Enjoy!
Thank you everyone who participated! I was hard to choose a winner. Everyone of the suggestions were so creative, and I loved reading all of them.
In the words of Rachel, we’re still on our “Fay-cation!” Wendy Farrell Stay with us, have fun and join the journey!
Magic is a garden breakfast! We had a blissful morning with Jessie Benson Fine Art of Buffalo Mountain Retreat! What a magical time. We’re still talking about it and her A-MAZ-ING cooking.
Hand to heart, prior 10:07 am EST there was only one omelette that held the title of “best omelette.” It is The Gastonian in Savannah. That title is now at risk!
The photos show the omelette Jessie made me. This Buffalo Mountain Omelette is now tied for first place!
Here’s what makes her omelette so delish: we went into her garden, freshly picked our own herbs (sage, onion, chives, banana pepper, jalapeño, nasturtium), a little butter, parmesan and cheddar, Jessie’s magic with a skillet, and we ate it with a view of Buffalo Mountain.
If you go to the retreat, a blissful day awaits guests while enjoying yoga, meditation and delicious food.
Thank you, Jessie, for your open heart and hospitality! XO
On Monday, we spent the night in the sky! We were looking for air fairies and swear we heard them on the top of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The air is so pure. It sounds strange, but, hand to heart, it is the best smelling air. It is intoxicating.
To get this view, I spent 30 minutes backing up inch by inch, leaving us less than a foot of wiggle room…or else we were going over a cliff. A blissful, beautiful cliff, mind you. But a cliff, nonetheless. I was neither keen on that, nor was I certain about the guidance from the man holding a downing beers, who was guiding me in the spot. It was touch and go for a while. Finally, we backed in and called it a night.
The next morning, we were up early, communing with the air fairies along the road. Can you hear their blue grass tunes in the wind?
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