Finding yourself in a temple like Ta Prohm with its mysterious stone structures, the large banyan trees that are reclaiming the architecture and devouring it back into the earth is a kind of mystical experience. I was there wandering between the ancient walls when I heard a rustle behind the trees, I looked over and I saw a beautiful pair of eyes following me around. I approached slowly and a slow exchange began to happen between the little girl who owned those eyes and me. The hesitancy gradually gave way to smiles, the distrust to trust and we ended up walking together silently. At the end of my visit, the little fairy of Ta Prohm granted me the chance of a portrait to treasure for years to come.
I have been thinking a lot lately about children and the process of growing up. My daughter is 7 and she is a dreamer, a total believer in the magic of life, in fairies, in angels, in the unusual and special things about life. As she gets schooled and gradually grows older, some of her beliefs will get beaten to the ground and deemed silly, childish and unreal. I dread that day that is sure to come to at least some parts of her magical life and I pray that she may gather some of this sparkle to keep for herself in a special place somewhere, because how dull is a life without magic?
If I were to imagine a perfect place where I long to be when the world gets too noisy, and if I were to give it a color, it would most certainly be blue. Blue is soothing, calming, quiet, swirling, cooling, peaceful, deep, gentle…
Yes, that is where I would dream of sailing, into the blue
photo: composite of 2 photos: sailboats in Andalusia and Lea the little fairy
“Twinky doo, a fairy true, bathed in a light, most shimmering blue, on buttercups dance, think: can you?”
A song I once learned, and a fence that brought it out of my memories to shimmer on the surface of my mind…
To believe in fairies
To imagine what their tiny wings look like
To dream about seeing them one day
To struggle with patience
To make them offerings
To promise to be kind
To be respectful of nature and its helpers
To have a mind sparkling with the wonder of mysteries unsolved
Is the charmed and magical world of a child
Do you believe in fairies?
Do you leave them cookies and milk?
Do you build gardens, rings and circles for them?
Do you swear that you saw them?
Do you blame your naughty deeds on them?
Does innocence live in your heart? Does wonder? Does magic?
Little girls have all that magic!
To watch a group of little girls play in harmony is to witness magic in the making! I was transfixed watching Lea and her friends play this afternoon from the window of our 16th floor apartment in Shanghai. Little pink shapes running, hair flying, smiles shining, conspiracies being planned, whispers and looks exchanged, giggles echoing, and the essence of pure joy filling the spring air !
…This is until they start to misbehave and the naughty fairy syndrome appears !
“If I had influence with the good fairy…
I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.”
Today was a very cold and rainy day in Shanghai, so it was an indoor day for us. A friend brought us beautiful tulips in the afternoon and they were searched very thoroughly for any sleeping fairies. One ended up sleeping in L’s room, a tulip that is, waiting for a fairy to visit at night.