Family Traditions

Looking over your shoulder you can see the tail-end of 2012 as it slips sulkily around a corner; shrugging you continue to walk straight towards the solid wood door of 2013. Peering at the start of this new adventure, you study the carvings that surround this door and know that 2013 has to be one of the greatest years you’ve yet to experience.

2012 left half of the population (perhaps slightly more than that) with the doom of the end of the world looming over their heads and the other half counting down for this day so they could simply point their fingers and gloat ‘I told you so!’. This doom and gloom feeling followed by disappointment and the knowledge that you had been tricked is exactly what 2013 needed to allow the fun back into everyone’s lives.
Now The Fool card can be played and the black cats can come out to peer at the paths they’re about to cross; all the old wives tales and the traditional superstitions will come alive giving 2013 the power to allow youth back into the lives of the old. Fun will become the new trend and before everyone knows what happened, that spark everyone is born with when you are a child will begin to glow anew, be rediscovered and all the souls that have aged with work, worries, stress, money and material goods will become curious again. The world will begin to remember what it has forgotten: to believe.

Parents set up the scene for their children through plotting and scheming in order for their children’s belief to become concrete; they hide the Easter eggs in the garden and pattern the Easter bunny’s footprints into the soft ground, they gently take your tooth and place money beneath your pillow letting you know that the Tooth Fairy is really watching, they tell you that when you hear someone say ‘Fairies don’t exist!’ to clap your hands three times to save that fairy.
Parents – they fill their children with so much belief and trust in the unseen, yet they forget what it feels like to trust in magic. 

I am 26 years young (soon to be 27 in April) and I still believe.

I believe in magic, the traditions, the history and the unseen simply because no one can remove that light from my soul. Only I hold that power and as long as I continue to hold onto that light, my garden is instantly filled with fairies watching me as I write this blog; I can feel the weight of the sandman as he sits on the edge of my bed at night to send me off to dreamland. And when, on Christmas Eve I walk into my room and see new pyjamas laid out on my bed I accept the stories from my parents and thank the Christmas fairies for this gift.

The door into 2013 is already open, the only person holding you back is you.