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?