The chimes persisted. As I tossed and turned in my bed, sheets askew, a sheen of sweat layered on my body, I really couldn’t tell if I was imaging the tiny tinkling sounds, or if they truly existed.
I’d watched the clock sneak slowly across its yellow-lit globe: 1:01 a.m., 1:10, 1:21, 1:44, 2:01, knowing I should make my eyes stay shut. Surrender to sleep like a bear surrenders in his winter cave. But I felt more like a fox, wide awake in the sleeping hour, needing to explore and hunt in the starry night.
So, finally, I knew what I had to do. At 2:23, I slowly unwrapped my legs from the cottony sheets and stole out of the room, my husband’s snores assuring me he had no idea of my sleepless struggles.
I tiptoed through the dark hallway toward the front door. With each step, the tinkling grew deeper, more insistent. I stopped for an instant, realizing I should have pulled on the bathrobe hanging on my bedpost, but shrugged an “I don’t care,” and turned the doorknob. The moon was a bright round orb, enticing me to move further out into the soft summer night chilled with a coastal breeze.
The chimes now filled the space all around me. Up ahead on the small hill that sat near our complex like a waiting sentry, I noticed swift sudden movements.
I was wide awake – more so than during the day. My skin tingled, my heart raced, and my feet itched to stride up the hill.
So I did, but in a measured manner, half in a trance, half aware that I looked ridiculous in my sheer, well-worn cotton nightie, barefoot, with eyes as wide as the moon.
But my self-awareness disappeared when I encountered a filmy flirty fairy dancing rhythmically in front of me, leading me to the group at the top of the hill. She pointed ahead of her, and I shook my head as if in disbelief. But as I pinched my upper arm, I knew I was awake and that the scene in front of me was as real as the smell of the summer grass and the background music of chirping crickets.
Twenty, no, at least thirty sprites cavorted in a group dance of such ecstasy that without thinking, I joined in immediately. My legs moved with fluidity, and my arms became limpid, waving like wings. My heart, or was it my soul, flew above and all around me in a delight sweeter and richer than love or joy.
This, I realized as I flew with the fairies, was the full expression of “my heart sings.” I believed I’d never return to “normal” existence; however, I woke the next morning with grass in my hair and a flimsy feeling I’d had the best dream, ever.
what a wonderful experience – a dream as real as waking life. Not just ‘as if as’ but just plainly real 🙂 Have a lovely weekend –
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I think these are the best and most useful dreams; when we’re not really quite sure it was really a dream or if it really happened. I think the grass in my hair gave me an answer… 🤭😉
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Magic, Pam. ❤ xX
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Without magic – life would be so one-dimensional. 🧚♀️
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Lovely, Pam. The next time I’m tossing and turning in the early morning hours, which is daily, I’ll think of you and the fairies. ❤
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There are a lot of us up at that hour of the night. I think perhaps we all should walk out our front doors and see what magic awaits. After all Jill, what do you think the hummingbirds are up to in the middle of the night? 🤭🤩
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Magical realism indeed. Love it! Lovely and magical–as long as it happens only once. 😏
If it happened every night, it would become a horror story.
There’s a really vivid dream I had as a teen that I still remember. I didn’t wake up with grass or dirt on me though.
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I suppose if I was up every night dancing with the fairies I’d be rather exhausted after a week or so! 😉 I think those dreams that stay with us for years are really trying to tell us something. Perhaps you should write a poem about it❣️
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A delightful story. I´m sure you fit in well with all the other sleepless fairies. xo
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I did make some fairy friends rather easily, Darlene. 🧚♀️ 🥰
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If I could only dance and twirl on my tiptoes! Next full moon I’m leaving the slider open while I sleep!
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I can’t wait to hear what happens! XO
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It was a lovely night for a moondance! So happy the fairies invited you with tinkling sounds and then welcomed you to join in their airy celebration. Dream magic, pure and simple.
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Dream magic – perhaps that should’ve been my title! Thanks Barbara. I wish you some dream magic also.
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pam, wonderful story and dancing with the fairies under the light of the moon, gorgeous
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I would not at all be surprised if you’ve already experienced this fairy Moon dance, Beth. 💙
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🧚🏼♀️
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I wake every night and sometimes walk outside to view the moon. Next time this happens I’ll visit the fairies. But I hope I remember to wear slippers. (Don’t want to track in grass or dirt.) So magical! Well done, Pam! 😀
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I’m just like you Marian. I love going out in the middle of the night if I’m sleepless and just talking to the Moon. Perhaps we both should leave slippers now by our front doors. 😏
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This is lovely. The imagery is magical and as I read the piece with the background sound of tinkling windchimes, I was transported to your hill with the fairies and the moonlight. Thanks for giving me such a nice break this morning.
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There is something about chimes that is dreamy and that does take us to a special place. I’m glad you went with me to my special place early this morning, Amy. XO 🧚♀️
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I think many of us of similar birth year can relate to the watching of the clock and sleepless nights. yet there are times when one wonders, was I asleep or awake. Was that real or a dream. You have captured the night magic beautifully Pam.
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Yes, there are a lot of us around those certain birth years (wink wink) who have found the glimmer and the glory in a moon-filled sky while we are wide-awake-dreaming. 🤭🧚♀️
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What a nice way to fall asleep. Magical chimes, I guess, took you there. When I played the clip and the sound of the chimes came on, my almost totally deaf spaniel, Ruby, came over to see what that sound was. I had to smile that she heard it and had come to check it out.
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How ’bout that, Anneli, they really are magical chimes. Ruby heard them! 😀
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Yes, it gave me quite a smile.
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I love thinking that the special chimes played some magic for Ruby. ❤️🧚♀️❤️🧚♀️
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It was almost like the magic flute of the pied piper. She heard it (which amazed me in itself) and was drawn to it.
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And I keep meaning to tell you that I love those lilies on your header.
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Thank you – aren’t those tiger lilies amazing.? This summer seemed to be a cropper year for all the lilies in New England. 🌺
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Just gorgeous!!!
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What a fun dream, dance, delight, and dervishes. Please invite me next time Pam! 🧚
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When you hear the chimes, Brad, you know you can skip on over and we’ll have a great Moon Dance together…with the friendly flirty fairies. ❤
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LOL. Thanks Pam. 😍
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I love this. Wish I had your imagination, and such a fun dream. Have a happy weekend, Pam.
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Many (in my family) have chuckled and made fun of my imagination, but truly, it’s a gift! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I always knew you had magic in you, Pam. What a great dream! Have you wondered about its message? I’m with Brad on this one. Next time, invite us along. 🙂 ❤
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I’m smiling as I imagine (ah, imagining again) you, me and Brad holding hands with the sweet fairies as we dance in a circle of childish delight. With a little sprinkling of magic (and perhaps a dash of mayhem) we can make it so, Diana. See you in my dreams. 🙂
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I don’t doubt it, Pam. I remember a video clip of you twirling in the snow. ❤
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I love magical dreams. Beautifully told, Pam. It made me smile.
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Dreams are meant to be magic, Patricia. At least, I prefer them when they are. Now, where are those dancing slippers I left by the front door…? 🙂
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Chiming in to say that it’s lovely when something tangible and physical comes back from the dream world like a bit of grass. Or perhaps a magical story like this one.
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Every once in a while the dream-fairies give us little clues that reality is the dream, and the dream is the reality. Now, off to brush my hair – I just found another piece of grass in a curl. 🙂
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I wish my dreams could be that magical… lovely dance in a cotton nightie 🙂
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One of the reasons I don’t sleep in the nude, Balroop – just in case a “dream” calls me out for a moon dance. 🙂 🙂 xo
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Magical! I feel like we could slip outdoors with you…stars shining up above. Quite a bit of adventure here! 🙂
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I’m imagining all of us bloggers dreaming together – at the same time, 2:22 a.m. – and meeting on the knoll to dance with the flirty fairies. Talk about adventure!! ;-0 ❤
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Oh, those very early morning moments. I often go out on our screened porch and stare out while in that half-sleep stupor. Then I can’t remember three hours later if that was a dream or not! Excellent imagery, Pam. – Marty
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Ahhh, I can see you sitting out there on your screened porch at 4 a.m., Marty. A half-sleep stupor can lead us to some amazing discoveries. Some summer mornings at sunrise, I sit on our front porch and watch the birds slowly fly to our feeder, greet each other (and me, now that they know I’m ‘one of them’), and sing a song to the new day. Can’t get much better than that, dream or reality.
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I loved this. May we all get to dance with the fairies:)
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Perhaps if we sprinkle a little magic dust over our heads before we nod off to sleep, it will happen! 💙
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What a magical story, be it a dream or real life. Lovely imagery, nicely told.
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Thank you. Perhaps it doesn’t matter if it was a dream or if it really happened. The most important part is that we can imagine it-all of us! 🧚♀️💙
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A happy post, Pamela. Thank you.
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Thanks for enjoying my little piece of dream reality!
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The magic of dreams… ❤
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Perhaps some of us don’t appreciate the value of dreams – real or not! 💙
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Have to admit, some of mine are way out there… 🙂
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Those are the best kind!
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Delightfully soothing for a guy who does not usually dream so beautifully…the Warrior Princess does not disappoint! ♥♥♥
Billy Ray Chitwood
https://www.billyraychitwood.com http://about.me/brchitwood
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Beautiful…
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Thanks for dreaming along with me…
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Perfect! Glad to know I’m not the only one who looks at the clock all night, wondering what time it is and why I haven’t fallen asleep. 🤣
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In reality, I believe there are many of us who sit up in the middle of the night wishing we were dreaming and perhaps considering going out there and dancing with the fairies. Next time Pete, just go do it! 😄🧚♀️
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There’s something delightful about fairies. I don’t remember all the details of the story of Thumbelina, but the magic has stayed with me over the years–the delicacy, the beauty, the flitting flight so different from the flight of a bird or plane. Maybe it’s my Irish heritage.
After my mother died, my friends gave me a wind chime. It’s hanging in my patio. I don’t always notice it, and then its delicate chiming comes to my attention, and I remember my mom.
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What a beautiful comment. Actually two beautiful comments. Yes, as a child I remember not only loving the stories such as Thumbelina and other fairies, but also seeing them in my bedroom at night.
Chimes are a magical way to bring about the presence of our loved ones gone… But yet still with us in some ways. 💙
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You took me along with you Pam, on this sleepless night. Tiny, tinkly sounds could be almost anything, especially in the quiet of the night. “…a filmy flirty fairy dancing rhythmically in front of me…” I love this! I am not longer scared and only intrigued. The joy of “my heart sings.” And, the “grass in my hair.” I believe the concept of time and the concept of reality is a limited preconception with the humans on our planet. How do I know this? Because Pam has described this flimsy feeling so well.🙂
Coincidentally, Pam, my husband and I just completed Season 2 of Outlander. The fairies are also dancing. The concept of time bends back and forth. You describe it well with your gift of words.❤️
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Ohh, how I love how you interpret my stories. You interpret them just as I feel them. Yes, time is so fluid and only those who listen to the chimes and are willing to dance with the fairies understand that. 💙
I enjoyed reading The Outlander book series so I’m not watching it on TV. But the sense of time and magic is wonderfully described by the author.
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I am late responding Pam, since I have been out of cell range. I read the Outlander series, too, and enjoyed it. My husband and I began watching the Series and I am surprised how much we are enjoying it. Beautiful scenery, photography and wonderful actors. Date night. 🙂 Thank you for transporting me with your words.❤️
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Thank YOU for your blogging friendship. Aren’t we bloggers lucky? We learn so much from each other, as well as are entertained and supported. Pretty darn wonderful. xo
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Did you check on the hill for faerie prints the next morning?
Or for footprints matching your own?
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Soon after I returned from my fairy dance we had a large thunderstorm so all evidence of magical dancing was erased. But not in my mind and not in my heart. ❤️
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This last week has been very sleepless indeed. I’ve had some where there was NO sleep to be had but I’m much older than you. Just once, I’d like a magical dream like that. I garden for the fairies and try to make safe places for them to hide but in the dark, I never wander outside. The wildlife in this neighborhood is incredible so I leave it to them in the dark. I love your dream. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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Oh, how I understand your sleepless nights. I wish I could throw some magic fairy dust over you from my knoll on the hill to help you find a serene dream land. It is there, I promise you! Next time when you close your eyes at night think of dancing with those fairies in your garden. 🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️
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I want that too, Pam. I have never heard chimes in the middle of the night. Sigh.
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One of these nights you’re going to be surprised when those chimes lead you outside in the moonlight. Be prepared with some dancing slippers by your door! 🧚♀️❤️
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This sounds like so much fun, Pam. I never struggle to sleep. I even sleep on planes, trains and in cars and buses.
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Robbie – don’t say that too loudly-you will have a lot of women knocking on your door asking you what your secret is. Nighty night 💤 😘
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What a beautiful tale, Pam! I love waking up in the morning with strands of grass in my hair. 🙂 Unfortunately, my dreams are as restless as my nights of sleep, while my mind continuously goes berserk.
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Calming down the mind so we can sleep and have sweet dreams is one of the biggest struggles of us writers. I find breathing in and out helpful as well as listening to some chiming meditation. Then the fairies appear. 💙
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Pam, I for one belive that there is such a thing as astral travel when one sleeps. That the bodyless soul detaches from the physical body in its sleep state allowing for such apparently awake activities such as dancing with fairies on a moonlit night. Of course the grass in your hair does belies the astral travel hypothesis because I am not aware of the travelling soul returning from nightly flights with such mundane gifts as grass in one’s hair. And a sheer well worn cotton nightie seems like a perfect attire for a round of dancing with fairies.
Ben
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I am a total believer also of astral travel and I know I have experienced this wonderful phenomenon many times. I think the clue is to not be fearful and to know that we can always return to our sleeping body when we want to. I love the idea of the thin thin silver cord that always keeps us attached. 🙏
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A magical story, Pam and just right for these sleepless, summer nights!
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I hope you experience some magical summer nights, Clare. xo
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xo
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This is beautifully written, Pam. The next time that I am tossing and turning, I will listen for the fairies!
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If we listen, they will allow us to hear those chimes deep in our dreams. Truly! xo 🙂
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What a wonderful, delightful, beautiful post! To be invited to dance with the fairies! Oh what an honour!
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You are so right, Dale. An amazing honor and privilege, and a dance I hope I’m invited to again sometime. ❤
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I hope you do too! 🧚
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A magical, whimsical piece. I wish my sleepless nights could be so!
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Here’s a clue – add a dash of wonder and some pixie dust as you nod off to sleep, and you just might dance with those fairies!
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Ha ha, I’ll get me some of that pixie dust.
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What a lovely story….it made me happy to read it!
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I’m so glad to read, Ann, that my recounting of a joyful fairy dance flew from my thoughts to my post to your mind. Here’s to wonder and imagination and joy!
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I could use a dream like yours right now.
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Oh, Gerlinde. I know. I know. Sending you sweet dreams and clear air. ❤
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Magical, Pam. Just what we need these days to lift and inspire us. ❤
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You said it, Jennifer (or I should say, you WROTE the truth here). We need some lightness, joyfulness, and sprightliness in our lives now. Here’s to moon-dancing. xo
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Wow. Just wow…
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🙂 I think WOW is good. Here’s to more WOW in our lives….and our dreams. ❤
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You’ve really captured that atmosphere of being up late at night and following the moon to the land of the faeries – a beautiful description of your encounter Pam…very magical.
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Andrea, because of your sensitive beautiful magical writing, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had a fairy-dream dance also. 💜
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Great writing. The moon often seems to lure me away, especially when it is full. I remember a night when I lived up north and there was a pasture behind my house and on the other side a trail. It was in the winter. I woke at 1 AM to a bright full moon, put on my skis and skied across the pasture and then around the trail, before coming back to bed. It was like a pleasant dream.
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What a gorgeous REAL dream. These are the types of nights we ‘dream’ about.
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Fun story, Pam. You did a wonderful job of bringing us in with the reality scene, and easing us into the magical scene. Life is full of magic, which made this story especially delightful.
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If we keep our eyes open for the magic, the magic will come. ❤
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What a mystical and marvelous dream, Pam. You created magic all the way. Too good. Thanks for the lovely words 💗💗💗💗💗
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Listen for those chimes. I wouldn’t be surprised if you got a magical visit too! xo
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Yes absolutely amazing dream but are we all not dreaming this world of illusion, Pam if you take the real picture where our world is a stage and we are all actors playing our parts.
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Wow!! Talk about Angelic encounters. Pam, my mouth is hanging wide open in awe. I’ve known fairies exist yet I’ve yet to see them. I’m covered in goosebumps. Just seeing your radiant face in your gravitar tells me what you say here happened. Still goosing ….. just wow! You’ve no idea how this stirred my soul. Magic truly does exist. I know. I know! I’ve experienced it!! Oh now I look forward to my own fairy encounter. The realms are splitting, friend. I’m sure you understand that. I can “feel” the realms shifting.
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Dreamy reality if we just keep our eyes wide open and believe. 🧚♀️💜
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Exactly!!! I couldn’t agree more!! xo
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What an awesome “dream”. Love the imagery. Thank you for the reminder that fairies exist…
We should all be so fortunate as to dance with them! ❤
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Maybe this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but I’m going to keep dreaming myself into a fairy dancing circle. 🙂
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