Dear Friends of Bluebird Fairies,
When I last wrote, the Year of the Fire Horse had just begun. Now—we’re on the ride.
As I prepared to step into this year of movement, I found myself opening a box I hadn’t looked through in a long time. It was overflowing—old notebooks, 4x6 index cards, years of drawings.
I spread them out and began sorting them into two simple piles:
demons… and fairies.
There was so much life in them. Feelings that had once felt so strong, so immediate. And yet, with time—and maybe also with the act of drawing them—the sting of the harder ones had softened.
In the earliest notebooks, there were mostly demons.
But then, in a quiet and almost surprising way, the fairies began to appear. Barely formed at first… but there.
Like this one: