Lauren Bluett

Creating Magic

When I was little, I would dream of Faeries and worlds where magick was everywhere. Where hag stones were portals to Faerie realms and voices whispered and sang on the wind. There was music playing and hidden pathways, faerie rings and magick potions. I would read The Magic Faraway tree and long for friends like Silky and Moon face. Hours were spent in the long grass, chatting with lady bugs and laying still so the Fae wouldn’t be scared away. At some point in time, we are all told to put childish things away. We are told that faeries and magick aren’t real, and that its time to grow up. Dolls are put away and stories are left on the shelf. The thing is, I never did that. And over the years I’ve created magick in different forms. Painting, drawing, mini fashions for dolls. But none quite gave me the same joy I experienced when I was a little girl.