In a world of war, 9-5’s, AI and a whole plethora of man-made creations, you might think this is completely ridiculous, childish, and perhaps unbelievable. Well, that’s the thing about belief isn’t it? It doesn’t really make sense. Either you believe, or you don’t. 

And while you don’t need “proof” to believe in something, here’s why I believe. 

As I’m writing this now, it’s early morning and I am sitting on my balcony outside my room. The light is filtering in and out of the trees, and there’s a light rustle of a breeze tickling the leaves. In the distance I hear birds singing, and it’s only a matter of time before our resident squirrels begin their morning activity – a mix of cirque du soleil-esque acrobatics and parkour through the obstacle of branches that weave through our backyard. If I’m lucky, the chipmunk I saved from drowning a few moons back might play in our garden oasis, or sit for a bit thinking about life on the rocks, which is something I have noticed he loves to do. 

To me, the world of faerie exists in the vibration and stillness of nature. It is not a realm that is necessarily seen, but rather, felt. (Although, I must say that I am certain I have had my fair share of glimpses.) When I am walking through the forest and witness a mother deer nuzzling and grooming her two fawns, I feel it.  When there is a sudden shift in light and it looks as though there are sparkles glistening in the air, I feel it. When I am surrounded by nature and sense everything around me pulsing with life, I feel it.

Above all, to me, believing in fairies is really about connecting with the magic of life and opening up to the spirits of nature. It’s feeling company around me when no one is near. It’s my soul dancing with the earth and everything I cannot see, but most certainly feel. It’s reading gnomes as a kid with my brother and sister. It’s my Aba gifting me “The Fairy Faith” on VHS. It’s cautiously walking around fairy circles and being hypnotized by the harp in a woman’s cottage in Ireland. It’s the spookiness of the Goblin King and the love of Ludo in the Labryinth. It’s being mesmerized by the artwork of Brian Froud, and seeing faces in trees that I can’t explain. 

In a world that constantly strives towards efficiency and simplicity at the cost of our souls, destruction of the earth and the depletion of our own aliveness, believing in fairies is a lifeline. A thread to the past present, future and every timeline in between and unseen. It is an interconnected web of multidimensional complexity and beauty that is not meant to be understood, diluted or summarized. Believing in fairies charges my soul with inexplicable hope, and brings out a giddiness in me that makes me unabashedly excited to live and play.

So yes, If I’m being honest, I do believe in fairies, and there’s really nothing that can convince me otherwise. And, if I’m being really honest, I believe I may have been a fairy princess in another life…or perhaps even this one 😉.

Well my friend, this brings me to you. Whether or not you believe in fairies, I hope you find a way to connect with the magic of nature today, and the magic of being alive. Because after all, that’s what faerie is all about.