AWAY WITH THE FAERIES (healing my inner child through creativity)

Like countless sensitive children I wrote letters to faeries and left them in the garden overnight.
I would always get replies (thanks mum).
Indigenous cultures all over the world tell stories of ‘the fae’. Little people, tricksters. Enchanted beings who sometimes fly.
The folklore can get pretty dark. Changelings, getting lost in faerie rings, things or people being stolen. A means to explain the unexplained. Or explain what feels too confronting to look at without the veil of a tale. Of a story.
I’m fascinated by the companionship between danger and well-meaning mischief.
As an adult, my obsession with fae is a means to commune with my inner child. When life gets too serious: or rather when I take myself too seriously: lights begin to flicker. I laugh in my sleep. My step is charged by a supernatural spring.
The fae intervene. Remind me of the need for chaotic good. To prioritise play. To laugh in the face of overwhelm. Or sadness. Or fear.
And that’s what drew me to aerial arts as an adult. Okay so I’m undeniably human. I can’t actually be a faerie. But I can move like one. I can spin, and whirl, and hang, and maybe even fly.
I spent a lot of time lost in daydream and fantasy about faeries as a kid. And now I’m living out those strange cinematic visions.
I was a weird girl… and now I’m a weird adult.
I’m always trying to dance that balance between play and delusion.
All faeries have to touch down on earth at some point.
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[@marzena5114]

Beautiful and very honest.

[@pranatara]

Thank you angel, means a lot!