I took advantage of my first week of vacation to let come to me what was meant to be. And I created. I was inspired.
Without a doubt, I brought back from my stay at the 8 miles at my grandparents' old chalet the energy of nature. And more. The magic of this place. The emotion of my memories. And those of my ancestors.
I let myself be amazed by the place. I reconnected with my being. I was transported in time. In space. Through dimensions perhaps even.
I like to believe that there is something other than us. I like to believe in magic! And I dare to believe that deep in this little earthly paradise, far from civilization, there exists a small surreal world worthy of the enchanted forests of fairy tales.
Because I brought back with me an energy that pushed me to create. Wood fairies. 8. No more, no less. To honor the 8-mile lake. Maybe.
Then my energy changed. I felt like I fell back to earth, into density.
A coincidence? I don't think so.
I dare to believe that I was able to capture a part of this other dimension to bring it back through my creations in this life on Earth.
