(“The Stolen Child” by W. B. Yeats)
For the last two weekends, I stole away with the Fae. I returned, and while I didnt turn to dust upon touching mortal ground – I DO feel like years have passed while I was away. So many Muggle chores and work items to catch up with… So I steal a moment or two to chat with my fae friends on the Book of Faces each day and it keeps the spark of magic alive until next time. Thank you all for being my friends and family, my tribe, my community.