~June 3
I left her at the garden gateway,
my jewel, my fairy lover,
eyes like stars, lips like berries,
voice like a gentle harp.
I left her in the cattle-meadow,
my brown-haired fairy lover,
eyes like stars, cheeks like roses.
When I kissed her, I tasted pears.
-Irish song to the Leanan Sidhe, the fairy lover
The Irish believe that spirits inhabit the land around us—spirits who sometimes fall in love with human beings and lure them away from ordinary life. In the worst cases of infatuation with the Leanan Sidhe, the fairy lover, the human lover pines away and dies, unable to enjoy life in this world, which seems much less vivid and beautiful than the realm of faerie.
Not everything that attracts us is good for us, Irish wisdom says. We must learn to distinguish what truly nourishes us from what destroys our connection to life and humanity. It can be a habit, like shopping or smoking, that deadens us to life, or it can be a compulsive thought, an infatuation with an idea about ourselves or others. Such fairy lovers seem compelling when we are in their grip. But whenever life loses its savor, we know that the Leanan Sidhe has passed, taking our hearts with her. Only by breaking the spell will we find our way back to life.
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