growing possibility
A tiny story for growing your sense of possibility --
Our dreams and our imaginings are directly tied to our sense of possibility.
Our belief in what could be outside of what we believe to be true.
Our perceptions can craft pockets of possibility or shrink them.
Your sense of possibility is affected by many things: childhood memories, the words you tell yourself, the words others tell you, the things you see in movies or read in books, ancestral curses or blessings passed down through the generations.
If society has an overarching narrative that your body is less valuable than others - that affects and shapes your sense of possibility.
If the books you surround yourself with speak to magic and a sense of persevering - that affects and shapes your sense of possibility.
What we feed our spirits with is important.
Where we choose to direct our attention and care is important.
Where we choose to believe in possibility and turn away from impossibility is important.
And story is one of the most powerful creators of possibility.
Imagination is our greatest gift in growing dreams, spurring action and nurturing your inner flame of creativity.
So I present a tiny story, for stoking tiny flames in believing that more is possible than what we see right now:
There are fairies at the bottom of the garden.
No, not just there.
There are fairies in the mountains and the forests and the wild moors. They live between craggy rocks and burst open moss. They dance on the wind and skate between rain drops.
But there are also fairies at the bottom of the garden.
Why the bottom and not the top?
Because they like their privacy, of course. Like you do too. Do you like it when the neighbours snoop and pry and peer into your window? Probably not.
So they are at the bottom of the garden. A respectful distance for everyone involved.
(Except the cat. The cat thinks everything is theirs.)
Garden fairies are different from the ones that live out there.
They’re fascinated by humans and their little trinkets. It’s why spoons and forks are always good treasures to leave out for them.
You can’t see them, of course. Not in the regular sense anyway.
Instead you might notice a dancing mote of light in the corner of your vision, or a slightly smudged patch that goes when you rub your eyes. You might see the cat playfully batting at air or staring into one specific spot.
In exchange for living in your garden they will do nice things for you.
You'll always have a sense to clear your gutters before a big storm. A manner of interesting birds will visit and preen outside your window. You’ll never trip up over a pebble and your flowers will bloom just that little bit brighter. Your fences will take longer to break down and spiders take up residence in the most useful of corners to keep out the other bugs.
Just because you can’t see them clearly, doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
So respect your fairies.
Believe in them.
Tend to the imaginings of your soul just as reverently to allow the relationship to blossom and see what blessings might just unfurl.