Glimpses

I believe

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Today I am sharing another piece from I Write. These pieces are from a part of me that was supressed for a long time.

The creative child that lost herself and her self belief. I have reclaimed this part of me and now she is there for all the world to see.

I originally thought this piece was going to be about coming home to me as I have done in the last few weeks, whilst still feeling as though it’s just out of reach. As I was writing it’s become about integrating my inner child as we both realise we can capture the dreams and wishes that we want and bring them into reality. Oh and we believe in fairies.

I see glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye.

I see her in shadows, I see her just around the bend of light shining through the window.

I saw her in the full shade of the sycamore tree, as I stood under it’s looming branches, watching her sway in the breeze.

I have an inkling, I have a feeling that we’ve met somewhere before,

that perhaps she’s just left, there’s always an empty cup or the empty swing of an open door.

I thought about writing her a letter, hoping she might pick up my words, that I would get to know her better.

She peaked out as though from behind her mothers skirts, but then she was gone again and all I heard was the quick shuffle of her tiny red shoes,

as she danced and skipped away, once more out of my sight.

She seemed to love this game of hide and seek, I heard her giggle in pure childish delight.

I thought I heard her behind me on the stairs, but when I paused and turned, I knew even before I saw, that there would be no one there.

Someone left a print upon my heart, a lost soul that doesn’t want to be seen,

an impressionable past, an unknown future, a chance not taken, a moment snatched.

Here in my palm I hold the magic of time and in the other hand slips the smallest hand, warm and damp, soft and plump.

She tells me to bend closer and gently folds these words into my ear.

“It was me all along, it’s me who followed you here. I’ve carried your dreams, your hopes and your wishes,

I’ve got them in my pockets, I’ve got them in a book, do you want to see she eagerly whispers?”

We sit together, her on my knee as she tells me stories, shows me pictures, draws tiny circles and makes fairy impressions,

flapping her wings, placing a fairy crown upon her head, believing in her make believe as she ends with a serious nod.

As she gives a small, sleepy yawn with red tinges in her cheeks, she manages before she drops off to utter “did you believe?”

and before she’s asleep, I whisper back “of course, “you were me”.

As she lays against me with the slightest snuffling of noises, as her gentle eyelashes tickle against my neck,

I speak into the top of her head, “you are loved, you are protected, you are safe, you are held,

I’ll keep all your wishes until they come true as we follow our dreams,

now we travel together as we capture the stars, we were lost in an unknown place, we kept ourselves to ourselves, but we have something special, let’s share the journey onwards”.

Just at that moment a small fairy appears right in front of my face, she has a bright golden glow, tiny iridescent flapping wings, a small rainbow sparkly purse.

She reaches into the purse and blows a handful of magic fairy dust over us both, I hear her make her own wish, give a mischievous wink and then she is gone in a puff.

Just before I close my own eyes, a gentle smile on my lips, covered in fairy magic,

I let myself imagine that it was all real and if I can see that now, how much is possible.

A whole new world of wonder awaits, I’ll start tomorrow, but it’s never too late.

When you believe, the gates of dreams will open and you can enter and create.

When you believe, there is another way.

Blessings of love and magic,

Louise x

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