The fabulous Anna Meade over at Yearning for Wonderland has graciously agreed to hop over here to Write Me Happy and speak a little bit about faeries. For those of you that aren’t familiar with Anna (or her blog) let me tell you she’s the perfect lady for the job! She recently held a writing contest entitled Faerytaleish Pinterest, combining flash fiction and whimsical photos, something she does best! Make sure to stop by her blog if you’re yearning for wonderland (like I am!)
Okay so now I’m going to sit back and relax and let Anna take over.
Anna’s thoughts on faeries:
The faeries have always talked to me.
Perhaps I should be specific. I don’t really see little green and brown ladies, dressed in flower petals.
Do I truly believe in fairies? Yes and no. I’m not particularly New Age. I don’t own any crystals or broomstick skirts. I don’t have posters of fairies on my wall, though I love Pre-Raphaelite art.
For me, faeries represent beauty. They represent the ephemeral. They represent a longing and a yearning for something other than our reality. Thus, Yearning for Wonderland – my effort to find the beauty in the everyday.
When Angie asked me to write a guest post, I was honored and perplexed. She wanted me to share when and where the fairies became a big part of my life.
I was stumped. Well, I’ve always loved them. They’ve always talked to me.
Fairies whisper me stories in the darkest hour of the night, so I have to fumble and scribble on a notepad in the dark. They sing me lyrics in the shower. They skate through the ice on the windowpane to create impossibly intricate flowers. They tremble in a dewdrop on the first honeysuckle bloom of spring.
Fairies are the muse. They are the personification of beauty.
When people meet me, I’m certain it’s hard to reconcile the tall, sarcastic redhead with the whimsical Fairy Queen of Twitter and my blog.
But look close, there she is. She might be as elusive as the fairies, but she still believes in the power of beauty to change the world.