“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton
One of the greatest gifts of heaven is the ability to enter fairyland. It’s not something that has been granted to all mortals, which is why you should not take it for granted if you can. There are, however, degrees. Most of us get only fleeting glimpses once in a very long while, some may stay for a few minutes together, and a privileged few (mostly children) may live in that enchanted land for hours. Time of course is measured by the “real world” for in fairyland there is no such thing as time.
How does one enter, you ask? I don’t know. Oh yes I have been there, not that often I’m afraid for my mind is too fixed on practical matters. All I know is one moment I’m minding my own business, and the next I’m entranced in the businesses of empires and magical spoons.
It’s an unexplainable rush of wonder. No, it’s the feeling that everything is more alive than life itself. It’s the color green, a deep virulent color green, like mesquite tree leaves in spring time or the rind of a watermelon. It can be full of joy or tinged with sorrow; war and peace all mingling together. Nothing can be taken for granted because everything is new, even if you have passed it two hundred and fifty one times.
The trees take on personality, the birds become messengers of love or hate, and bushes are mortal enemies. You can do almost anything, maybe even become king of the moon. An ogre may live next door and perhaps tomorrow you will slay him. Evil witches and good fairies dance as the sun goes down, giving you a sense of true evil and true good. You forget that you are you and in doing so you find that you don’t really know who you are, therefore allowing you once again to be anything.
I’m not trying to say that you will think all those things, rarely does the imagination become so wild; but you will feel them without knowing exactly why. And that, more or less, is what I call entering fairyland.
Reflective Wanderer 