The Universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
My husband and I went camping at the coast for a couple of days this week, and I was feeling a bit wistful remembering camping trips from years past when our daughters were small. As soon as we would pull up to the campsite, they would spill out of the car and start running all over, exploring, finding treasures and building things. For them, the world was an endless source of magic and delight. I said, why should that be just for kids? Why can’t I run around and discover magic in the forest?
So I did. And I built a fairy house.
I noticed three trees growing in a circle. They reminded me of the three Norns, the Fates of Norse myth who control the past, present and future. Their names are Urd (What Was), Verdandi (What is Becoming), and Skuld (What Shall Be). They live in Asgard, under Yggdrasil, the World Ash Tree.
I made a circle on the ground underneath the three Norn trees and built the fairy house from bark that had fallen off a dead tree. I put moss on the roof and pinecones around the circle. Later, my husband and I took a walk to the beach and I picked up some colorful rocks that I added to the circle. I made a cairn standing in front of the house, and placed a shell on either side of the door.
I also placed a stick shaped like the rune Algiz (Protection) on the circle, should any Wee Folk decide to move in, so they will be safe in their new home.
My fairy house delighted me. I expect the next time we go there it will be gone, but transience is the way of the world. And so is magic.