My daughter came running in the house, saying that she found fairy wings. She really wanted us to see, too.
Yes, there were 2 identical wings, silver, white, delicate – about the size of a young child’s finger. These wings could easily belong to a fairy.
I want to believe in fairy wings, and dogs that talk with their eyes – that there is a layer of enchantment cast everywhere, waiting to be discovered.
I believe in fairies, guardian angels, signs and symbols, leaves that wave, and a wind that is alive - a place where everything is reading my mind, and holding out illumination and guidance for me. Yes, I believe in elf homes beneath the trees, and paths that gnomes pass through.
Let me recognize stones arranged in special ways, and flowers that follow the sun across the sky.
Yes, they are fairy wings, because that is what I want to see.
Perhaps there are messages written right in front of you, now.