This week Michael asks us to consider the notion of fairies and compose a response to the idea. His selected image from google is beautiful.
Do you believe in fairies?
If so, are they dainty, beautiful delicate beings that live in the closet or bottom of the garden? Or are they clomping spirits wearing hobnailed boots and an impish grin?
Some refer to them as The Little People, and to a child they are their friends.
My mother used to say that it would be nice if some good fairy would come and help her with the chores when she wasn’t feeling well or just tired after a hard day at work.
I remember finding her crying once over the mangle on the washing machine, though I didn’t understand what had actually happened. Mum rarely cried, so I got her a clean hanky and put the kettle on. I was about 5, and wished she didn’t have to work so hard.
Both Sis and I used to do our bit for our pocket money, help with the washing up, the occasional run to the corner shop, keeping our room tidy, that sort of thing.
I had books and pictures to colour of fairies. I liked the greens and purples best, but it was always my choice as to how I coloured them in. I never had fairy stories read to me at night though, but Dad bought me a book called Where the Rainbow Ends by Clifford Mills, and I read it in one sitting, finally turning my light off at about 3am! I don’t know what happened to my copy which had painted illustrations and would now be a collector’s item.
The concept of fairies with magical powers is probably pure fantasy (though I apologise if any are actually reading this), but no matter what our age, we can always dream.
If wishes come true it is either by hard work or being in the right place at the right time.
But what if there were fairies on hand to grant our heart’s desire?
What then, once we have what we yearned most for? Would that make us greedy for more, unappreciative of what we have, and totally lazy in attempting to do anything for ourselves knowing a fairy would just sort it out for us.
I would like to think that they would be selective as to what wishes were granted so that they weren’t taken advantage of, but that is the way of the world today. The more people have, the more they want, even better if they don’t have to pay for it.
I am happy with my lot, but if I could, I would wish for just three things:
1. Five minutes back on the 8th May 1996 so that I could hug my Dad and tell him how much I loved him.
2. Teletransportation on 18th January this year so that I’d had the opportunity to do the same with my Mum.
3. For Hubby to live every day without pain.
So if any fairies are reading this, Mum and Dad visit me in my dreams, so if you could arrange it, it would be nice to be able to touch them again, just once.
Then could you weave a little magic for my third wish please?