When I was a little girl, I would run through the backyard with a mason jar, filled with grass and twigs, waiting to catch fairies at dusk. It was a good thing the mosquitoes never liked my blood. Although, I was afraid of the dark, I could not stay away from this summer ritual.
After filling my jar with numerous glowing fairies, I would quietly creep back into the house and into my bed. Gently, I would position the jar on its side and carefully slide it under my pillow. I had my nightlight… My fairies kept the three-eyed monsters, that lived under my bed, at bay. I was safe from the reality of my own imagination.
At daybreak, I would head outside, feeling the morning chill against my pale skin and the dewdrops between my toes. It was time to release my fairies, only to catch them again that evening. A smile would fill my face, for I could hear their giggles, as they playfully flew away into the sun’s rays.
Tonight was that night… The night the fairies were out in full force. I could hear them flit past my face, as their wings fluttered in flight. Unlike those childhood nights, tonight I let them fly freely. But soon, just one more time, I will catch them in that old, glass mason jar. Maybe, I will try to take a photograph… Or maybe, I will just take in their beauty, leaving another memory painted in my soul for all eternity…
Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You…
Dedicated to my Fairy Soul Sister, Rhapsody