“I’ve read about a Fairy Land
In some romantic tale,
Where dwarfs if good are sure to thrive
And wicked giants fail.
My wish is great, my shoes are strong
But how shall I get there?
”Straight down the crooked lane,
And all around the square.””
I have always dreamed of finding a complete fairy ring: one made up of overgrown grass or toadstools, formed in a perfect circle. When I do finally find my fairy ring, I am going to climb on in, fall asleep in the very middle, and when I open my eyes again I will be in Fairy Land.
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There are only two sure ways to get to Fairy Land though, as it is quite a difficult place to find:
ONE
The first way is to get there under a spell, either your own, or one placed on you by the fairies.
TWO
The second way to get there is to get absolutely, completely and utterly lost.
ON THE LOCATION OF FAIRY LAND
“Fairy Land lies just a little farther away than the farthest hill. The frontiers of it are a little uncertain, as the landscape can become confused. But if you see a line of hills that constrains your vision perfectly, then you may be sure that Fairy Land lies just beyond. ”
ON CERTAIN METHODS OF REACHING FAIRY LAND:
One of the best ways to get to Fairy Land is to get a little lost. Then you might find yourself in a strange land, where the people look at you with a twinkle in their eye. But, if you find yourself to be too right-headed, and sure-footed, you may try these options:
☆ ENTERING A FAIRY RING ☆
A tried and true method, especially when the date of entry coincides with the full moon, or during the month of October, when the veil between the two worlds is thinnest.
☆ SLEEPING UPON A FAIRY PORTAL ☆
It may be difficult to find one, but a fairy portal is the perfect place to enter fairy land. They often come in the shape of small hills, or rocky outcrops, or even in abandoned barns. Just fall asleep, and the fairies will cast their mischief, bringing you into their own land.
☆ STANDING BETWEEN PLACES ☆
These are places that are neither here nor there: a stairwell, a hallway, the edge of the path and the woods. Even a space between light and shadow, at the time between noon and evening, will act as the perfect door onto the Fairy Land.
I have yet to see the beauty of Fairy Land, but I am sure there is a portal near my house: where the toadstools grow on the rocky hillock alongside the foxglove flowers. There, in among the grasses, there lies a door, long forgotten. One day I may pass through it.
