Day 04 : Returning to Magic
When I was a child, I loved fairies. I built them houses in old stumps, meticulously crafting tables and chairs out of sticks and stones, and luxurious beds made of moss and bark. I sang to them, read about them, and daydreamed about being one myself. I imagined the expansive shimmering wings I’d have and the magic spells I would cast.
On warm summer days, I’d lie down on the forest floor and watch, waiting to spot them flying home to rest on their mossy beds.
My brother and I would write letters to the fairies. And then when we’d get a tiny, perfect, precious, handwritten reply, we’d burst with astonishment and delight. Magic!
Oh, how I believed with all my being. And I held on tight to these beliefs, long after my thinking mind started to recognize my mother’s handwriting on the tiny letters from the fairies.
At some point, I tried to stop believing. It felt safer to stay on solid ground. I didn’t want to seem silly, childish, naive. And as the desire to protect myself with fact and proof grew, my connection to the unseen slowly faded away.
But magic doesn’t cease to exist just because someone stops believing.
It remains ever present, in the morning moon against a bright blue sky, in the spells cast in poems, in the moment of returning to what you’ve known all along.
Magic is always there, even when we forget what we really believe.
Now, I am the mother writing the tiny fairy letters to delighted children who believe with all their beings. Tiny pieces of art, spells cast with the power of love. And with each one, we plant magical seeds in their hearts that will be there always, even when they lie dormant for periods of time.
Today, I am the fairy I always dreamed I could be. And I am so grateful for the seeds my mother planted, may they continue to grow within me as I nurture the magic in my being.
A playlist of songs that made today feel extra magic:
