The Good Neighbors
I truly believe in faeries. I know it sounds ludicrous; however it is something I will never deny as long as I live. I am one of maybe six people that I know. It is not just the Good Neighbors I believe in, but true magic as well. I keep rosemary in my garden to welcome good spirits, always throw salt over my shoulder, and sometimes, when I feel as though I am being watched, or that they are flickering in and out of my line of vision (which my mother swears are just shadows) I twirl around to whatever music comes into my head. This sounds like the actions of a four year old. Maybe they are, but that doesn’t mean they don’t see us or play tricks on us. How do I defend my position? How do you defend faith? They are one in the same really. Ever since I was little I have been captivated by knowledge of the otherworld and how sad it is that no one hears the wind sing anymore. When I am in the ocean, I dive down over and over into the waves because I feel them there somewhere, watching, singing, and the wind captures the melodies off the surface.
So this is a slightly romanticized version of life. To be honest I don’t care. The little things, such as keeping a garden, using certain spices in my cooking to bring about luck or strength or love, using herbs instead of pills (never mind that I am allergic to almost all medicine in pill form) singing old songs out loud to ward off goblins—they make me happy and give me a sense of purpose. If you simply cannot see it, then think of a tree. If you sit by one with your mind clear, they will tell you their stories. Think of all that trees have witnessed and all of the secret knowledge they possess. A scientist can break down the chemical make up of a tree all he wants, but can he quantify the soul? Nope. That is where all of the secrets lie. There are gremlins in my computer, I have calendula planted in my garden to ward of lecherous spirits and rabbits, and I listen to every old wives tale I can. I am so passionate about this because in retrospect, what does this world have for us to wonder about (go ahead psycho analyze that as much as you want)? I am free of worry that this world is just another thing to be compartmentalized. There are things that I see that are not of God or the reality most people decide to choose. For anyone who thinks I am not that’s fine. All I ask is that one spring morning, when the sun is present, go outside and close your eyes. Just smell everything around you, take the stupid electronics out of your life for five minutes, and twirl around. Just be open, and they will find you.
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