I heard the whistle of a teapot and the smell of coffee brewing. But it wasn’t coming from inside my home this morning. Perplexed, scratching my head, I then thought I heard the faint sound of giggles.
What could it be? I wondered.
I quickly dismissed it thinking it was just my imagination. It was time to get on with my day and the garden hoses needed to be turned on to give the shrubs and flowers their special blend of java for the day.
As I opened the front door, I swore I could smell the sweet scent of bacon — it made the inside of my nose do a little happy dance. And again, I heard the sweetest giggles. I must be losing my mind, I thought.
As I stepped into my gardens I inwardly let out a squeal of delight realizing I indeed was not losing my mind! There were camps of Fairy houses scattered here, there and everywhere. That was it!
They must have come in the dark of night with the moon lighting their way, the tiny caravan, and quietly set up their villages of campers, vans, and tents — and they were having a grand ole time as they giggled and chattered among themselves cooking up a breakfast feast.
Trying not to be seen, I quietly and most lightly tip-toed among the wee villages taking great delight in my new friends that had come in the night — the fairies who sent shivers of magic down my spine.
Oh dear, I thought again, my mind is working overtime. I scolded myself that fairies really don’t exist. You silly girl!
And just then, swathed in a silk lavender scarf around her wee body, her wings glistening with sparkles from the sun, a rose in her auburn hair, she ever so gently landed on my shoulder and said in the most dreamy voice, I’m here to remind you that you are one of us. Don’t ever forget that the magic lives in within you and that your imagination is the key to all the places you can go whenever you want to. Take joy, be joy and watch the sparks of magic make their way out into the world to land where they may — so others will come to know us also — and when they find trust and faith in us — they will surely find it within themselves too.
And with a sprinkle of pink fairy dust she left in her wake and flew down back to her tiny village I knew without a shadow of doubt that my soul was just given a gift of what is real if we wish it to be.
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