Day 13~ May 13th~ Cambodia

the little girl in Ta Prohm

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.

Day Three Hundred Sixty Two, January 19, 2012

broken

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?

Day Two Hundred Seventeen, August 27, 2011

sail me away

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

Day One Hundred Forty One, June 12 2011

a cookie offering for a fairy

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

Day Fifty, March 13, 2011

A magical circle of girls

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 !