I wanted to find something of the beauty of myth that we’ve left behind,
carry its shreds before us all, so we could acknowledge it, somehow
bring it back to life. I wanted to delve back into that world that
cradled us when we were young enough to still touch it, when trolls
lived under creek bridges, faeries fluttered under mushroom caps, and
the Tooth Fairy only came once you were truly sleeping. I wanted to see
if enchantment was somehow still there, simply waiting to be reached.
When I felt my loss, I realized that if I could do anything in this
life, I wanted to travel the world, searching for those who were still
awake in that old dream time, and listen to their stories – because I had
to know that there were grownups out there who still believed that life
could be magical.
And in that moment I decided: I am going to find the faeries… and write my own fairytales.
carry its shreds before us all, so we could acknowledge it, somehow
bring it back to life. I wanted to delve back into that world that
cradled us when we were young enough to still touch it, when trolls
lived under creek bridges, faeries fluttered under mushroom caps, and
the Tooth Fairy only came once you were truly sleeping. I wanted to see
if enchantment was somehow still there, simply waiting to be reached.
When I felt my loss, I realized that if I could do anything in this
life, I wanted to travel the world, searching for those who were still
awake in that old dream time, and listen to their stories – because I had
to know that there were grownups out there who still believed that life
could be magical.
And in that moment I decided: I am going to find the faeries… and write my own fairytales.
4 Christmases I have been blogging (here in blogspot and in Chictopia), here’s a link to the past years’ dresses:
