Now I am 39 years old and my heart still warms up each time I see that little girl in her pajamas. As much as I am still fascinated by it, I struggle to find again that magic around me. The speed of daily life, the almost too bright electric lights everywhere, the big shopping centers selling Christmas as one of their best products of the year and everyone running around trying to buy presents for their friends and families.
This is the modern adult world … but, what if, just for 5 days, we committed to live again that magic that we felt when we were children and used to dream with elves, reindeers, silent ancient forests full of snow, twinkling stars, Christmas trees and robins?
"As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unself- consciously to the soughing of the trees." Valerie Andrews, A Passion for this Earth