[blockquote source=”J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan“]“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”[/blockquote]

I’ve Moonflowers planted nearest my house, along the fence line at the farthermost corner of my property.

For many seasons, they’ve mystified the little ones in our neighborhood – these magical flowers that bloom only on the darkest of nights.

I had once offered a story of the Moonflower, to the little girl who lived next door. She had been experiencing troubles with her eldest brother, a horrible tyrant, if I must say.

“He’s always calling me names,” she cried one morning outside my front steps.

Oh. how I could sympathize with this little one’s heart – which had quite nearly broken under the weight of ‘not welcome here.’

It’s hard being so little in a planet that is so very big. Even harder when our older brothers take such merriment in our continued torture.

But, don’t we all feel this way from time to time? Overwhelmed by our smallness against challenges that are so seemingly immense?

And yet, there’s always something which carries us through – pinned neatly to the  wings of our unwavering belief.

Sometimes we need to believe in those little things the eyes fail to see.

“Do you see those flowers over there,” I motioned. “I’ll tell you a secret, but you must promise not to ever tell another living soul.”

Good stories are always best served with a healthy bit of fingers-crossed secrecy at the front end.

“I promise, I’ll never tell,” she said through her now intermittent tears.

“Ah, well,” I offered, “you see, those flowers bloom only at night, and are home to the magical garden fairies.”

At first she didn’t believe me, but thankfully I’ve inherited my Father’s gift for holding a straight face. And, of course I added a few things to bolster my story. Did you know that lightening bugs are actually garden princesses?

Wouldn’t you know, later that evening I saw her waiting patiently at the fence ~ desperate to catch a glimpse of this new wonder that had been revealed.

With just a little ‘faith, and trust, and pixie dust’ – her whole world had been transformed. No longer was her heart consumed by the ill wishes of another.

You see, where we place our beliefs – my dears, anything is possible.

And though, she has long since moved away – I like to think that she’ll always carry the magic of my Moonflowers with her.