It rained today. Real rain for the first time in I don’t even know how long. As nice as it would have been to use it as an excuse to have a cozy (lazy)indoor day to get caught up on work/life stuff, the reality is we have two high energy kids and, at the moment, a dog – all of whom need fresh air and a good long walk.
So out we went to our forest and it turns out I had underestimated just how wet it was and wasn’t dressed properly. I got cold and grumpy. So did the kids. Just when it was about to get gnarly, we found the fairy house. Who turned this ordinary rotting stump into a magical place? Not sure, but it brought so much wonder and excitement to my wee ones that it couldn’t help but rub off on me.
“Fairies are real, right Mommy?” Her energy and vivacious spark reignited. I gave the most truthful answer I could, “I like to believe they are.” It satisfied her. And me. I live in fast-paced, data-driven reality most of the time where there is little space or credence given to things which cannot be proven. I can’t go back to the time when fairies or will of the wisps or whatever held my fancy were truly real to me, but I can keep that corner of my mind open just a crack to the idea of believing it’s not impossible.
It opens the possibility to what else is possible.
“Don’t you know that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?”
—Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers
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