stringing myself along

i had an image today. making food and feeding the fairy folk, for lack of a better term. seeing the unending recession of being in the making of something. crafting is weaving the threads of light that feed the beings that exist in a parallel/ alternate/ diagonal reality. they are dependent upon us for flourishing but not for existing. things can be better or worse, for them as well as for us. every time we stop an make a new, ferment reality and feed ourselves well we also feed that which feeds us, the wee folk that live beyond our vision, the ones that understand subatomic particle physics. the ones that are subatomic physics. we must learn to communicate with them, play with them and make them offerings. that is what i am doing with my food. that is the unknowable that makes a better world. namatase.