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This is where I long to be

 standing beside the magical sea.

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When did we lose our child-like wonderment?

Where did the simple belief in imagination go to?

Why do we have to stop being curious just because our age number has risen to the double digits?

Who says there can’t be wee faeries living beneath those mushroom umbrellas over there?

Just because I am what most consider a “grown-up” — why can’t I still in my child like heart believe in faeries, and unicorns, and all the myths and stories of make believe?  If I can’t believe in possibilities — then I hope I never, ever truly grow up.

Do You Ever…?

  1. lay back on the warm grass, watching the clouds and find the pictures within them?
  2. look up at the star filled night sky and stare in awe at the lights twinkling in the darkness – and wonder if anyone is looking our way?
  3. see a fairy ring on your front lawn and just for a moment smile and wonder if the wee ones are near by?
  4. shiver in the darkness for no good reason and for a second catch sight of ‘something’ out of the corner of your eye?
  5. wonder with curiosity at the myths and legends of the past and think to yourself  “what if”?

If you could read over this list and give a quiet, private smile at any of the suggestions, then I welcome you to the home of  Fae Serena – with a wee pinch of faery dust – for I have done those things as well.

Holding On To Child-Like Wonder

I don’t really understand why we must put aside our childhood amazement at the world around us.  Do you?

Oh, I don’t mean that as adults we should live in a constant Peter Pan state of mind!

But that we should try to keep some of that wonderment of our youth within us throughout our lives.  If we could be successful at that, I believe we would be a land of much better adjusted grown-ups than we currently show ourselves to be.

 Once Upon A Time…

…when I first discovered the Internet and all of the wonders it contained within that small “magic box”  🙂  — I discovered something called Web Competitions.  Decades ago these were wonderful places where anyone with a website could join in and meet people who shared interests through their various websites… and have a friendly ‘competition’ on who had the most popular site.

Those days are long past, but it did give me the chance to see that there were other people who still were curious about the myths and legends of the past… or the imagination, depending on their opinion.

A Return to Curiosity

So, I’ve decided to return to the sharing of those long past days.  Oh, no – this is by no means a new web competition site.  But it is a return visit to the myths and legends that I (and perhaps you) grew up with.

Have you ever wondered “What if…”?  Then join me on an on-going adventure back to the freedom of childhood and the belief that just about anything is possible.

Will you believe?  The comments are open for your thoughts.

 

On this eleventh anniversary of the attacks on September 11, 2001 – I remember.

So much has changed in all of our lives since that horrific day.  Life does indeed eventually go on.  But the memories of that day live on in thoughts, memories and lives forever changed.

Like most of my fellow Americans, I will pause and recall in vivid details the events of September 11th – for a moment the anger, fear, disbelief and mourning will be fresh in my mind and my heart.  I will cry ( I do when I remember this day at other times, why should today be any different ).

I will marvel at mankind’s ability to become instant heroes without a moment’s hesitation – I will be once again disgusted by mankind’s ability to see the life of those who do not share one’s beliefs as insignificant and easily destroyed for their ’cause’.

I will remember the sound of silent skies.  For the only time in my lifetime where there was not the background noise of jets traveling freely across the skies above me… I will recall the awe at the silence and the fear of what that sudden quietness meant.

I remember the skyline of New York City as it was that day .. and remember the skyline that will never be again.

There aren’t really word to describe the memories, the sights, the sounds, the emotions of that day — I do not think there will ever be words for that kind of sorrow and pain.

But as I promised on that day – and every day since – I will never forget.

In folklore, a fairy is one of a class of supernatural beings generally believed to have diminutive human forms, possessing magical abilities that they use to intervene in human affairs.   Many, many scholars have attempted to explain what is and what is not a fairy over several centuries now. . . none are any closer to explaining away magic.

 

As long as can be remembered – there was magic in the world.  Some see it, others pass it by in their hurry to be… somewhere else.

Some dismiss magic as something yet unexplained, but eventually there will be a logical reason for what has happened.

Some hold onto their childhood wonder all through their days.

Others see what is, not what could be.

Magic comes in many forms.  Some have been explained over time and some things just remain in that magical realm.

I still have my childhood wonder and imagination about things unknown (and some times unseen)… and I still very much want to believe.

Join me in a journey of discovery.  Peek with me into the fairy circle on the front lawn.  Allow your imagination to take flight.

Let’s discover some magic.

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