I wanted to be a fairy or a mermaid when I was a kid. I was told that wishing on a falling star before they fade will make your dreams come true. So most nights, when I attend dance rehearsals for Sinulog, I would look up to the sky and scan the horizon for any glow. After years and years of chasing stars, I still haven’t grown a pair of wings nor a floppy long tail. It is a beautiful childhood fantasy long forgotten in the chaotic midst of corporate race and survival. But when I saw the fairies and fairy houses at Michigan Renaissance Faire, I smiled thinking of how silly yet wonderful that dream was. There were over 150 submitted entries for the Fairy House contest at the faire, only three were proclaimed winners via votes. Each fairy house however is a masterpiece, each reminded me of the time when fairies or magic dust is all that matters. It is a beautiful warm feeling of home, of friendship and of childhood.
Nope, I still don’t have my wings nor my tail I have been wishing as a kid but I sure grew a heart over the years. And that should count.