So I really really love Faeries
I’d just gotten the book “Faeries” by Bran Freud and Alan Lee (It’s clutched to my chest as I write this now) for like $3 at Half-Price books. I read it cover to cover in a day.
There are sticky notes attached to it. and it’s highlighted and marked and stuff for reference like a text book. Seriously. I love this book. It’s the best book ever.
This is going off on a tangent, but if you don’t know what it is, it’s kind of like an illustrated encyclopedia of Fae and Fair Folk and where they exist and all that. The art is amazing and I get lost in it every time I open the book. I’ll probably get caught up in reading it again after I post this…
anyway, back on track.
After about the 3rd time through this book, I hardcore believed. I mean, I have an inkling… Faeries are so possible it hurts. but anyway. I kept seeing this little brown haired boy out of the corner of my eye. He’d lurk around doorways and windows and I could only see him out of the corner of my eye.
I could have been imagining things. But back then I live in the hardcore boonies so it was so possible. Seeing things out of the corner of your eye is a sign and there was a bunch of honeysuckle growing under my window that hadn’t been there before. I mean, I was fifteen or sixteen when all this happened but I was still excited. What if there was a Faery following me around?? HOW COOL!
So theres this list of things to do to protect yourself from them in the book. I went through and did the total opposite of everything on the list. Faced my shoes away from the bed, got rid of religious idols, removed as much metal as possible, left the windows open without the screens, put a bowl of milk on the window sill. I went all out.
And that night I was shaking with excitement until like, 4 am. couldn’t sleep. I was like a kid waiting to hear Santa on the roof.
But when I eventually did fall asleep and wake up, nothing had really happened. Milk was still there and nothing was moved. I’ll admit that I was disappointed, but that doesn’t stop me from still believing.
Every time I find a new Fae book I have to buy it. Pagan versions, celtic versions, modern versions… I have a collection of copies of a Midsummer Night’s Dream and I’ve had to have read it twenty times already.
I may not seem like the kind of person that would believe in Faeries. It’s kind of girly, and I’m kind of not girly… and plus, it’s believing in Faeries. But my mind is full of theories and ideas and stories I’d love to write.
Every time something in the day time moves or I can’t find something or I feel a tug in my hair, or see a person out of the corner of my eye I can’t help but get a little flutter in my heart. It’s corny, I know. But I can’t help it.
Just… Brave reminded me of my love for the Fair Folk and now I’m on a kick.