HONEY'S FAIRIES

 HONEY'S FAIRIES: AND THE FANTASY BEHIND THEM.

my story with fairies begins at a young age, at the pond of my grandmother's yard. I grew up with her and her partner (unbeknownst to me at the time) living up the hill from my house, and they helped 2 raise my brother and I until we were about 6/7. my memories at such a young age are selective, yet me mind chose to remember my grandma, outside with me, encouraging a fairy garden. I would use the surrounding nature to build houses and pathways, leaving lil treats and decorations to invite them in. I don't think my younger self could differentiate between 'real' and imaginary, and I now like to return to this mindset to picture that magical things may be happening all around us, all the time. 

If the fairies visit the garden and no one witnesses their presence, are they truly real? What is the value of knowing the 'real', if the magic of the imaginary excites us?

I only recently reconnected with the idea of fairies 1 yr ago, and ever since I feel more connected to my self, my inner child, even past versions of me that I hide away. I am grateful to those around me that encourage this passion of mine, and it is a fun, silly, beautiful thing to share. if one is a fairy and holds magic, IS magic, there is an underlying strength to the experience- it feels of a past life to be exploring nature, to imagine a world of community where you contribute your skills to the greater good. there is also a queer notion to imagine your body as other than human, and who's to say we are not? your body, your vessel, is what you believe it to be, whatever empowers you to be more connected to it.

the fantasy of myths, fables, spirits, and more gave me faith that the world held other experiences than plain and simple reality. a fairy garden is a ritual of reconnecting to nature and creating an appreciative relationship to the Earth and all of its beings. I look out for them, love them, without expecting anything in return. instead, I thrive off of the belief that the universe holds more magic than I may see or know myself.

fairies represent the ethereal, the unknown, the otherworldly... they are an idea in which I practice my spirituality with, one that encourages the appreciation I have for myself and my abilities. imagine: the freedom of flying, having purpose and connection to community, exploring what skills/powers one is gifted with... it is a daydream of peace and power, love and strength. I relax at the though of being an earthly spirit, where my physical, emotional, and spiritual expression is cherished and connected to those around me.

exposing yourself to even the possibility of magic can be a liberatory feeling, especially for people who experience hopelessness or loss of control in life. magic is undefinable, unlimited... it is not just an external energy beyond our reach, yet it is an experience/feeling within our grasp~ it helps me to visualize my dreams, to see beauty in life's synchronicities and wonders. it is more than an escape but instead a tool of imaginary that creates strength and purpose for those that wield it. fairies are what help me access and appreciate the idea of magic, yet so many other ideas, stories can do this for you.

I close my eyes and picture pixie dust being poured over my figure, healing + releasing my stress and lifting me in the air to explore the world. where it is real or not, it brings me calm and hope. I become a fairy when I show love to myself and share it to those around me. I am able to see a grounded connection with my body n spirit; I am a transformative vessel beyond the confine of expectations (it is a lovely, queer time).

I am delicate and strong, determined and understanding, connected and free, all at once. giving ourselves the opportunity to envision another magical universe brings more fantastical energy into this one! 

imagination is revolutionary.