Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Fairy Dust

When I was a little girl I called Christmas lights 'Fairy Dust'. 

When I was a moody teenager I sat in the darkness with just the glow of 'Fairy Dust' to keep me company.

When I became an adult I tried to rationalise my fondness for white twinkling lights, and I began to lose the joy of 'Fairy Dust' through the analysis.

Today I remember my 'Fairy Dust' and how it made me feel safe and protected. I think it might be time to put some lights back up in my life.

What was your 'Fairy Dust' as a child? What made you feel safe?

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