Returning to the Faerie Realm

It has been at least twelve years since I’ve blogged on this particular domain— it had been a way for me as a bored ten-year-old to document my love of faeries as my family traveled through Europe to find a manager for my then-opera singer father. I can’t quite remember why I deleted the blog (something to do with trying to fit in as a teenager) but now I’m a bored twenty three-year old trying to navigate the combined stressors of quarantine, ecological dread, retail work, and the US government not caring about performers. 

Jokes aside, for quite a few months now I’ve been wanting to get back into blogging about faeries. Do I believe in faeries?  I will not answer that, because I’ve learned long ago the social consequences of responding to that question in the affirmative. However, I believe that it is vital in these times to allow yourself to immerse in fantasy and imagination. During my brief stint as a performer in the New York Renaissance Faire, it was incredible to see the world we would build every weekend, and how powerful it is to see the effects of hundreds of patrons suspending belief as they interacted with wizards, pirates, Elizabethan nobility, and other legendary figures. I could physically see stress and weariness slowly  become replaced with childlike wonder. And what could playing dress up or telling faery tales possibly do to improve ecological or social issues, you may ask?  The answer is that when we engage in these very ancient human practices, a sense of reverence for community and nature increases, and we start to believe, even if just by a minuscule amount, that all things are possible. Perhaps that’s what it takes to make a change for the better. 

I’m not here to try to make anyone believe in faeries— but whether you do literally, or if you engage with the concepts, stories, and myths within the realms of your imagination, it is my hope that reading these posts will bring you some sort of respite from the horrors raging on all around us.