When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
~ J.M. Barrie ~
When I first heard that quote, read to me by my mother when I was just a little girl, I can remember how beguiled I became by those words. They bewitched me. Entranced me. Captivated me! So much so that I can remember asking her to “read it again mommy.”, and when she did, I recall playing with the words and saying them out loud. As if trying to climb inside the sentence and feel the magic which was held, hidden within the words which were written on the page that my mother was reading from.
I never ever forgot the quote and can still recall it word for word, without even thinking about it – and I’m a lot, lot bigger (and older) than ‘just a little girl’ now.
J.M. Barrie became my key to fairy land. It was he who told me all I needed to know in order to open the door to the Land of the Fae – and once there, I then made my own entertainment.
My mind took me into places where imagination ends and fantastical fantasy begins. For it is there, in that narrow place between imagination and fantastical fantasy, that is place where Fairies live. Where Fairies play ‘chase’ and ‘tag’; gather magical globes called: ‘Wishing Balls’; dust the flowers after the bees have ruffled the petals whilst collecting pollen; and where fairies generally ‘do’ all the things which only fairies can do!
She said out of pity for him, “I shall give you a kiss if you like,” but though he once knew, he had long forgotten what kisses are, and he replied, “Thank you,” and held out his hand, thinking she had offered to put something into it. This was a great shock to her, but she felt she could not explain without shaming him, so with charming delicacy she gave Peter a thimble which happened to be in her pocket, and pretended that it was a kiss.
Again, this was another part of the Peter Pan story which nestled into my heart and made itself at home. So much so that many years ago I bought my (our) two (at that time little) girls beautiful silver bracelets one year at Christmas time, upon which I’d hung tiny, real silver, thimbles. I told them that as they grew up, where-ever they were in life, or in the world, so long as they had their bracelet, they would always have a kiss from me with them. At the same time, I bought myself a silver bracelet and hung a ‘kiss’ on it – telling the girls that we now all had kisses. I still have my kiss and still wear it, and I think that the girls (now grown up and out in the world) still have theirs too.
So this brings me to the reason for this blog post, and that reason is to ask you a question.
Do you ‘believe’ in Fairies? Do you believe that there could be, might be, something even more magical than just us human beings, here on this planet?
Don’t just say ‘no’. Think about it for a moment. I mean to say … you can’t see love, but you know it exists. But how do you know? Has someone proved it by showing you a detailed diagram and photograph of love? No, because love is a feeling, and so you can’t photograph it. Trouble is that us humans are so full of ourselves that we believe that only we know when love is ‘there’. But what about the other animals on Earth? Elephants? Elephants protect their young because they love them; who gather together when they know one of their kind is dying; who show grief by crying tears when they have lost a family or group member.
If you are still saying that you don’t believe in Fairies then in that case I have to ask you to show me the proof that they don’t exist. I can’t just accept things blindly. I need proof. Show me the proof that they don’t exist.
Nobody can. No-one can prove that Fairies don’t exist, just as I can’t prove that they do. So I think I’m going to continue on in my own mind-set and saying that I believe there is a truth somewhere there – and I haven’t found it yet. But just because I haven’t found it, it doesn’t mean they don’t exist. It just means I’m not clever enough to have found the proof. And neither, by the way, are all the scientist in the whole world. So that, in itself, has to prove something!
When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and, as there are always new babies, there are always new fairies.
And I’ll leave the final words to John Lennon:
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Whatever you do today – make it a magical, enchanting, wonderful day.
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The Art of Cobwebs 
Hee, hee, I bet you’ve got knomes all over your garden and pixies hidden in the door pocket of your car.
If we are going to consider the existence of these delicate winged females, then we should also be wondering about dragons, werewolves, trolls, gremlins, leprechauns, elves, aliens and the likes of Mr. Tumnus.
But we sons and daughters of Eve, have been created with the mind and heart to ponder on what IS before our eyes. The bible says, “The heavens declare and show the glory of God and the skies proclaim his handiwork and craftmanship.” (Ps19:1) Take time to look at the intricacy of a flower and the fish that light up with electric blue running through their bodies, the magnificent elephant, the odd but delightful armadillo, the amusing meerkats and have you ever seen two alpacas trying to mate?
God indeed had much fun when he made the world and there’s plenty to consider. The mythical, magical inquisitiveness that’s inside you Cobs, is what makes you adore fairies, but this was put inside you by God so that you could delve deeper and discover the wonders of all he has made.
Some, mythical beings are created by the inspiration of satan, because he makes it his job to try to emulate everything God does, but he does it badly and deceptively. But when we focus on these things too much, it isn’t emotionally healthy and long-term, can cause problems as we draw ourselves away from reality more and more. It feels safe there, but it isn’t.
It’s great to reminisce about our childhoods and I loved reading about the fun you had and how it captured your brilliant imagination. We indeed, should give thanks to God if we have great memories, because many millions of adults don’t. I also understand that for traumatised children, it’s fantastic escapism for the horrible things they’ve had to face.
I still knock the walls every now and then to check to see if there’s a hidden room and how I’d love to find a secret garden! And what about those tall bookcases? If only there was a button to press that would usher me into another room full of surprises!
I can understand why we yearn for these things because often, we can’t bear the reality of our personal circumstances or what’s going on out there. But God wants us to come and live in the real world because Jesus said, “In the world you will have trouble, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world.” He is our safe haven in times of trouble if we let him be. Who knows, maybe you’ll see an angel one day?
Aw, com’on, I’m not trying to dampen your fun, so you can unfurrow your brow, uncross your arms and stop poutin at me.Maybe I shoulda been awake those nights my teeth fell out?
It’s good to be childlike and I love that about you. Don’t let anyone steal that away from you – it’s precious. But the next time you hear a baby laugh, think about the wonder of how it was knitted together in it’s mother’s womb from just a miniscule egg and a fidgety tadpole. Every, bone, cell and strand of hair pieced together by an awesome God who wants us to look up, look down, look around and look inside ourselves and see the real unseen, not fairies, but the amazing glory of the One who made the humungous galaxies, yet knows the exact number of hairs on your head because he loves you deeply and knows you intricately.
By the way, I LOVE those little green shoes you made, featured on one of your other blogs. I can’t remember what creature they were for, but they are so cute, it almost made me believe in their existence! I’m going out now to search the bushes at the back of my garden. 🙂 xxx
I won’t be offended if you don’t publish this – War & Peace has nothing on me, has it? 😉 x
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Laughing at the ‘War and Peace’ comparison. We all have our passions and because of that we talk about them with gusto, – and that’s because that’s the way we’re made! God made us to spread the word. God gave us the brains we have in order to think, rationalise, give our thoughts a voice in a way which makes what we wish to say understandable.
And likewise, I know that God gave me my imagination, and I give thanks to Him for that every day. No, actually I don’t. I give thanks to Him for that MANY times throughout each day. Without His ‘help’ I know I couldn’t come up with an idea for what to eat for tea, let alone what to make or craft. He also gave me the ability to see the world through a childs eyes. I’ve never lost that feeling of what it was to be the little girl I was.
I know that to some folks, it might seem as if I must have lived a charmed, wonderful life with no worries or problems what-so-ever. But nothing could be further from truth. They think I’ve had a fabulous life simply because the good things are the things I choose to focus on. If I focused on the other things I would suffer from such depression that I doubt there would be any help which could bring me out of it.
You see, I have this ‘theory’:-
Each and every day we are faced with two choices. It starts first thing in the morning.
Two choices: Get out of bed or stay there?
Have a shower or stay dirty?
Wash hair or leave it till tomorrow?
Get dressed or stay in pyjamas?
Eat breakfast or go without?
Let’s move forward to later in the day:
Have a positive attitude or be grumpy?
Smile at people, or avert your eyes?
Say ‘thank you’ to the shop assistant or say nothing?
Go to the doctors about that problem, or leave it and see if it gets better?
Life in general:
Allow someone to upset your whole day because they’re grouchy … or let their bad attitude slip away and stay happy?
You can see what I’m saying I hope. Each and every day, all day long, we are continually given two choices. What we choose is up to us. But once chosen, we cannot blame God for the choice we made.
For myself: I choose not to allow bad things to dictate my life, nor tell me what I can offer or give to the world. I choose not to focus on the bad, but instead look at all those things which I have been, and am, blessed with, and focus on my two choices.
As for my imagination – I choose to give it a voice and allow it to help me to get others imaginations working in a positive way too. I love when I can see a childs eyes glisten with imagination as I read them the stories from Beatrix Potter, of Benjamin Bunny, Mrs. Tiggy-winkle, Jemima Puddleduck, Jeremy Fisher et al. But .. did these creatures exist in reality? – or were they perhaps Beatrix’s imagination working and enabling her to share her imagination with us.?
If you re-read my post, you’ll see that I don’t actually say that I believe in Fairies, but then I don’t actually say that I don’t. What I do say is that until someone proves to me that Fairies don’t exist, I’ll have an open mind about it. Same as I do about the Loch Ness Monster, Unicorns, Phoenix, Dragons, Gremlins, Pegasus, and all the other things which I have on my list … OH!! and the one ‘mythical’ place which I SO want to be proved is true is Diagon Alley! That cobbled, magical, wizarding alley which is hiding in London somewhere. I just have to find the right pub and push on the right panel in order to find it. [laughs softly to self]
There are those who don’t believe in God (I have a friend who doesn’t) – and yet if you asked them to say (for example) “I hope God let’s me die in a horrific car crash” – or: “I hope God gives my mother Cancer” … for some reason they feel very uncomfortable saying it. Now I wonder why that is? Is it, perhaps, that even the most staunch ‘non believer’ is really, even the tiniest bit, a believer? [smiles]
Sharon, as far as me not publishing your comment is concerned;
You’d have to swear badly, be offensive or downright nasty to other people who follow me or have commented on my blog, in order for me not to publish something you’ve said. But even then – I think I’d edit the names of the people you were being horrid to and still publish your comment.
You see … I believe in something which some folks say is mythical. I believe in Karma, and the natural ‘laws’ of nature. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
I also believe that if you say it then you own the words. The words belong to you not to me. And ultimately, God will be your judge. Not I.
Oh.. the little green shoes! Heck I nearly forgot! …
They’re on this blog! I only have this blog. I couldn’t manage more than this one. Flipping heck, I have enough trouble working this one – give me another and I’d go to pieces! LOL.
You’ll find the little green shoes in the ‘Fairy Shoes’ category. You can find the category either: over to the right, further up the page – where all the categories on the blog are listed. OR … if you hover you cursor over the category called: The Fairy Atelier, right up the top, along the black line which is under the blog name (The Cobweborium Emporium) – three little options will open up and you can click on the Fairy Shoes one to be take directly to that page.
Have a wonderful rest of your day. Love and good wishes being sent your way ~ Cobs.x
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Oh of course, I forgot about our Nessie! Well I definately believe she exists!
It’s okay about my misunderstanding coz i didn’t think any less of you for it. Whether you say you believe in fairies or not, I still love ya but I am sorry for being a lazy reader and not picking up on that properly.
I am not surprised about your revelation about the bad experiences. I could tell that you are an overcomer and I think you have lots to share with others who are going through things.
And I do really love your childlikeness – more people should take a leaf out of your book.
Ive gotta cut this short (to your glee) because my sausages are burning.
I must say however, that you got a response anyhow. I hope your lovely post stirs up many more conversations other than this one. (shorter ones if poss 🙂 ) xx
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