All is not well in fairyland.
Eight years of austerity have taken its toll and life for many
of us is much leaner and meaner. Our gossamer gowns are threadbare, our auras
are dull. There is much less general merry-making and little enthusiasm for
music and dancing, for frolicking and fun. The playing of pranks on, or
granting of wishes to, non-magical others is almost unheard of. We are too busy
just trying to get by. And yet, at the same time, deep in the woods - where
only the few are allowed to go - the magic money tree continues to thrive, its
bountiful fruit weighing the tree branches down. Add to this the latest news
that Frexit in unlikely to lead to new and better trading deals. Rather, the
likelihood of the need to stockpile pixie dust and toadstools is greater than
ever it was during the difficult years of non-belief (ironically, referred to
by some as the time of New Magic) or even when the Never-Never-Land coalition
ruled over us. For a while now it has been clear to most of us (if it wasn’t
before) that a break from the rest of the magical world is not going to be the
liberation of fairyland that we were promised. So rather than ‘getting our
forest back’ (it was never clear who from) and living in new and glorious
shangri-la type freedom and splendour we will instead become (if left to the
current negotiating team) more and more isolated from our long-time friends and
elves. But still (irrespective of the cost) they argue: ‘it’s the will of the
fairies and so we must do it’. Some are calling for a winged-folks’ vote on the
final deal whist others believe that our only hope, our only chance of a better
world, is a change of leadership. This latter group, of which I have to be
honest and declare that I am one, believe that we need those in power to focus
on the needs of the many – both at home and further afield – rather than the
current leaders whose ‘charms’ and spells prioritise the few, creating a
hostile environment for those who they see as different, as lesser, to them. We
need a leader too who does not hide away from everyday fairyfolk, preferring to
hold hands with the chief goblin of the free world. We need a leader who wants
to meet and to talk and to listen and to work with us the ordinary tree-stump
dwellers. A leader who will shake the magic money tree making fairyland a
happier, more enchanted, place for all.
There is hope.
There is a growing social movement of folk coming together.
Together we are learning from each other. Learning, like
fireside storytellers, of ways to challenge the long-time folklore that argues that
some are more entitled and others undeserving. Learning, as woodland warriors,
how best to protect ourselves from the world-wind of attacks to which we are
increasingly subject. Learning, in imitation of twittering birds, of ways to
spread widely - amongst the trees and across the winds - the messages of
anti-austerity, of inclusion, of unity, of connections and solidarity across
borders.
Together we are powerful.
Together we are magical.
Come on everyone say it: ‘I believe in fairies.’
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