fairy love

We were shopping this weekend and I took Z into a new shop that opened up in the strip mall we were at. It was one of those New Age shops with crystals and tarot cards and such.

Well it has been a long time since I was in a place like that and apparently fairys are "In".

And Z was enraptured. There were stone fairies, glass fairies, fairy books, fairy encyclopedias, fairy posters, fairy t-shirts, fairy tarot cards, etc.

While I looked around Z sat down and read a book of fairy "spells".

When it was time to leave I could tell Z had fallen under a spell herself. She was so touched that she couldn't even speak for awhile. It was like she had been to a real "magical" realm and all her secret hopes were true there.

I held her (she was so starry-eyed I was afraid she would walk into a wall) and I smiled for her. But then she said in a forlorn little whisper "I wish the fairies would come to me." and I felt sad for her because they won't.

I mean, it is possible that she will go on believing in magic, I start partly do. But magic is only something we can have faith in or "believe" that we are experiencing. But the fairies won't really come to her the way she wants them too.

But I can console myself with the idea that something else might come to her and fill her with the same faith that something wonderful exists just beyond our knowledge.