The Power of Light

A few weeks ago the family and I went to a festival. At a booth that sold crystal sun catchers, we chose beads and crystals and stood watching as the vendor tapped and twisted, chatting all the while.

It is a small ornament, two tiny teardrop crystals and an amethyst bead. Husband hung it from the passenger-side visor of my car.

After weeks of overcast skies, the sun came out this week, sending small rainbows flying around the interior of my car.

At the fairy camp I run every summer, I have a small sun-powered crystal that rotates slowly, sending rainbows darting and flying across my floor. When a child is hesitant about entering, unsure whether to leave mother at the door, I take her hand. “Come see the fairies dance.”