I was a creative little girl. I had a forest full of kingdoms and imaginary friends to fill those kingdoms. I was a princess, a witch, a bird learning to fly. I was a damsel in distress and a warrior ready for battle. I named trees and animals and rocks. I believed in magic. I knew the Lock Ness Monster was real, and I constantly searched for fairies.
Which is why, one day, I knew my life was about to change forever. I was playing in the yard, pretending I was being forced to slave away in the gardens of the Evil Queen while Prince Charming searched the lands for my hand in marriage. I was tending the “lilac patch” when I stumbled upon the paw of a rabbit.
Anyone else would have been mortified. And in hind-sight, who knows the germs it was riddled with. I shouldn’t have touched it, but my little hand was quick to scoop it up. This was no purple lucky rabbit’s foot key-chain. This was a rabbit’s paw, bones protruding from the end. But my childhood self thought it was a miracle. A reason to make a wish and have all my dreams come true.
I ran inside, heart pumping, excitement from the astonishing amount of luck I had just landed. I went right to the sewing drawer, and I tied that rabbit’s paw to my backpack.
I had such unyielding faith in the wishes I made on that rabbit’s foot. I remember the feelings of pure bliss encompassing my body as I held it, but I do not remember the wishes I prayed for in the garden that day.
If I did, I would know whether or not they had come true.
Keep your faith. Share your faith. Happy Easter.
Fireflies And Jars 