Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom. It is as true as sunbeams. ~Douglas Jerrold
Those of you who know me will also know that I believe in fairies. In fact, you’ll know that I count a fairy as one of my dearest friends.
I found myself in an odd position on the weekend. I’m writing a novel with fairies as some of the main characters. And someone I hold in esteem told me that writing about fairies was not only unimaginative, but that children were no longer interested in such things.
Hmmm, I thought to myself. I know I’m not a child but I’m interested in fairies. And many of my friends and clients are too. In fact, whenever I write about fairies I get flooded with enquiries about them, and how people might get to know one or attract one into their garden.
As this learned person talked to me, I felt myself becoming sadder and sadder. Not only because they were so disparaging of fairies and all things magical (which is of course, the world I live in, although they did not know that), but because I believe fairies deserve to be known, and appreciated, and dare I say it, loved…
Not that fairies care. They shall go on happily, regardless of us. But we, we are the poorer for not knowing of them and the work they do in the natural world.
And if there is no room for magic in our lives, and for the ability to believe in things we cannot understand, if there is no room for wonder, well then, what is the point of life?
