I am a tired faerie. I’m falling asleep on a gossamer bed made from silk, moss and down. Fireflies are lighting my room with a gentle glow that warms me. I am safe.

oh to have my hair brushed and braided, my face gently cupped in soft hands, crisp orange leaves and a cup of linden tea.

i’m a delicate little fairy please do not raise your voice or say mean things to me bc i will burst into tears.

may you find the courage to let yourself be vulnerable long enough to be truly seen, held, healed and protected.

when you don’t know what to do with yourself: treat yourself with kindness, take a deep breath, and then go from there.

based on https://www.are.na/block/4582103