Ted Andrews, White Clover and a Blue Unicorn
Dear Friend of Bluebird Fairies,
July 15th is the birthday of the late, great metaphysicist Ted Andrews. His work brought to life my deep connection with nature during a period when I lived alone in a round house by a creek. That’s where the fairies truly came alive around me—and found their way into your lives, too. Those experiences seeded a life that remains rooted in the natural world, where I continue to receive hope and guidance for moving forward.
In early May, my longtime car stopped working. I had a sense that this chapter would close on a high note—but after 45 days, I hit a low moment. So, I went for a walk and asked myself to look for a sign. Almost immediately, I found myself enchanted by the white clover blooming all over my neighborhood lawns. (I'm still seeing them—it's a super clover year.) Here’s the fairy I drew:
I turned to Ted Andrews’ book, Nature-Speak, and learned that clover is a sign of “new luck unfolding.” His writing seemed to welcome me back with a wink, especially the line: “White clover opens the individual to the kindness of nature.”
The very next morning, my husband Brian was heading out to look at cars. We went together and—wow—the White Clover led us straight to the right one. Clover, it turns out, is beloved by unicorns, so my new blue car is The Blue Unicorn.
I share this story to remind you to hold your belief in the future in an elevated space—nourished by the signs nature sends you. This is the thread I’m following these days, and I’ll be writing more about it in the coming months. Stay tuned.
Much love,
Emily and the Fairies
Sun Shining Through Us All
Hello Friend of Bluebird Fairies,
I hope this post finds you well.
These past ten days, I’ve felt a deeper kind of sadness. One of my longest and dearest friends, Meredith, died suddenly while working on her house.
I share this not to bring you down, but because I know we all move through these profound moments in life. It’s in how we step through them—and how we support each other—that the magic of life happens.
We’re each doing our part to carry the sparks of life our friends once held. Those who are no longer here still live on in us.
The day I learned Meredith had died, I wrote a poem where I called her a shining sun. Later, when flipping through my drawing journal, I found this fairy—and it made me smile.
The Fairy of Sun Shining Through Us All feels just right for this moment.
Let us trust in our ability to move forward with all that is before and around us, knowing we carry these deeper, special powers within.
Be well, be peaceful and kind—and get up and move your body when you can.
Much love,
Emily and the Bluebird Fairies ✨