Monday, January 9, 2012

Frost Faries and Full Moons

I have taught my daughters to believe in

Faeries :)



I have taught them that Faeries dance in fairy rings when the moon is full


I have taught them to be careful when playing in the grass, they wouldn't want to ruin a fairy ring, because when the fairy's dance in our yard is brings them luck. You see they leave a bit of their magic behind.


After all, their dance is a tribute; a way to coerce the fairy King and Queen to come out and bless them with a special bit of magic. If they dance beautifully and with all of their heart we all might just see something magical.



I have taught them to be careful when they are playing in wilder places, like the forrest preserves, for fairy hills. Small hills we wouldn't give a second thought to usually, but they are where the fairy's build their houses. Especially in sun dappled meadows and forest floors soft with fresh pine needles.
(They especially like areas with mossy covered rocks.)



Right now, our little Zabo is enamored of frost faeries.



Whenever it's a full or new moon she gets all giddy and excitedly comes to me with her big brown eyes shining with possibility and says "Mommy! Maybe the frost faeries will come out!"




And in the morning, when the world is still quiet and the ground shines blue and sparkly in the moonlight, evidence of the frost faeries handiwork, she is no less excited,  no less amazed. Her heart is filled to overflowing with the possibility of magic.


Not the kind of magic that Pagans work.
Not the magic of technology that has robbed so many of their ability to imagine by displaying what is impossible on a 52" screen in our livings rooms.

The Magic of Childhood!

That thing inside of us that says even if I know it isn't true,
I'm going to believe in it because I like believing in it.
 Because it's fun.
Because it makes me happy.

No other reason, no deeper meaning.
Just an adorable, little, blond, cheerleader type with a handful of dandelion seeds whispering to them her biggest secrets and most impossible dreams before she dances around the yard in circles, hands open and raised to the sky, setting them free to carry her hearts desires to the four winds...
making them a part of something bigger than herself.

I have taught my daughters to believe in Fairies.
And as a woman who sometimes catches her own falling stars to wish on, lassos her own clouds for sweet dreams and holds tight to the magic in her daughters eyes so that I myself don't stop believing, I am grateful that they still do.

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