On Acceptance of Things We May Not See...

Otherworldly beings . . .

For the longest time, I was the Queen of Denial, a product of our oh-so-sophisticated {heh} world. Faeries were a whimsical dream better left behind in childhood. Witches and their magick? Delusional they might be, but not supernatural. A good dose of Prozac might help. Ghosts, goblins, shadow creatures? Please.

Like Maggie, I was too skeptical for that.

I felt things, sure, but didn't everyone? There was a perfectly rational explanation for the things I experienced.

Perfectly. Rational.

I'm happy to say I've come a long way since then. Open to the experiences that are all around us, if we but open our eyes and really see. But it's taken time. It's taken courage. It's taken a hefty dose of my good friend, What If.

What if magic actually did exist? What if I could affect my reality, my perceptions, and bring change into my life by imagining it into being and believing not only that it is possible, but that it must be true? What if the dreams I have always had of other places, other times, other people, other me's, were also true? What if I hadn't misplaced the pencil I had in my hand a moment ago and later found in the kitchen, even though I was alone in the house and had not moved from the desk? Pixies, faeries, imps, sprites, poltergeists . . . what if they actually did cause some of the strange dislocations of objects?

My acceptance of these things and my own abilities as something beyond mythology and imagination was the first step of many toward Maggie's existence.

Welcome to my world. Come on in, the water's fine.

Love to all,

Mad {madly!}