Today is A Day For Love
I had entered the New Year with high hopes, but here we were, still staying in careful bubbles, social distancing when outside our homes, and communicating across multiple online platforms. “Ugh,” I thought to myself, “Facebook, Twitter, Instagram are all going to be a hot mess today.”
I checked my email quickly; there probably wouldn’t be any business messages because it’s Sunday, and there wouldn't be any Valentines’ day mail either, because right now, there aren’t any Valentine's in my life.
At least no one is asking me to do a zoom date today.
This story is the second in what may turn out to be a series of stories about Morgaine and her experiences in the world of faerie. The first story was written in response to a prompt on the Rebel Poet Society page.
A month and a half into 2021, it was hard to see how things were any better than 2020. Yes, the new President in the US had been eventually sworn in, but then there was an attempted coup first, and there were still people who were virus deniers even here in the EU. I guess that’s another reason to stay off social media today, I thought to myself, they more or less did let the former President get away with shooting someone on 5th Avenue yesterday.
In any case, it was lunchtime. The little girl had spent the night and we were just about to make lunch together. Being with one of my grandchildren is a great way to take my mind off the fact that I’m single again, in my sixties, and a grandmother. Well, at least I’m a cool grandmother.
We made lunch together and chatted about the Greek Gods and Goddesses that she loves and I shared stories from my childhood.
“Nana, tell me about the fairies in the flowers again.”
I laughed and then started down this well-known road to faerie with her.
“When I was a little girl, much smaller than you are now, maybe only 6 or 7, I would go walking in the woods on the first day of spring every year. I would talk to the flowers as I walked on the path, spotting the violets as they opened up and said hello to me.”
“And did the flowers answer you? Did you see faeries?” she asked?
“They did!” I laughed and told her stories about the things I heard when I listened carefully, and more family lore, until it was time to take her home. I introduced new flowers to her that provide houses for the local faeries.
I called an Uber to get home before curfew and he asked me how I was doing.
Still happy from my day of being a crazy old woman who talks about faeries and magick, I said, “Very well, thank you, and how are you?” He said I was the first person to say that I was doing well today and he believed that was because I was blessed by the gods.
A couple of hours later I got a text message notification on my phone. The message said, “Good Morning and Happy Valentine’s Day my friend. I love you.” It was from one of my girlfriends, and I smiled ruefully, as I responded, with a heart and a quick, “you too.”
By the time I had gotten two more messages from girlfriends wishing me a happy holiday and reminding me that they loved me, it was starting to get hard to feel sorry for myself. The friendly-sounding valentine’s message on a dating app, from a cute, fae looking woman, reminded me that anything could happen over the coming months.
With a cup of tea, I sat down and remembered the New Year’s Eve party I had attended in my dreams.
I wondered what Aalton and Aerwyna had been doing since my visit to that other realm. I sat back and began to feel the relaxation that comes from entering a light trance state.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking straight ahead at an exquisite woman with long dark hair and a disarming smile. She was wearing tight-fitting leather clothes in red and black, black boots, and a heavy black cape that fell open as she stood straight in front of me.
“Morgaine, how lovely to see you. Do you only visit on mortal holidays, when you’re feeling sorry for yourself?” One of her exquisite eyebrows shot up as the Sidhe looked back at me and cocked her head to one side.
I had wandered into the land of Faerie for the first and only time a month and a half ago. I took a deep breath in and tried to remember how exactly I was supposed to behave in front of this very regal member of the fae folk. Aalton had repeatedly referred to me as “his queen” that night, but his sister, Aerwyna, had treated me as no more nor less than an honored, if somewhat clueless, guest. I had seen this woman at the other end of the large banquet room, with attendants on either side of her and a servant kneeling at her feet, offering her tasty morsels on a platter and I was pretty certain she was far closer to being a Faerie Queen than I was.
“Lovely Queen,” I said without thinking, “I was not honored to meet you when I was last in your land. I do not know how to address you.” It was the truth, and if I knew nothing else for certain, it was to stick to the simple truth in the realm of spirit. Still, I was nervous, and my lip trembled a bit as I finished speaking to her.
She seemed pleased with my answer and stepped closer, until she was able to reach out and touch my lip. Suddenly she reached around, grabbed my hair, and pulled me close to her; giving me a long kiss on the mouth that made me feel weak in the knees. Then she stepped back and laughed. “I think a kiss is a good greeting on this auspicious day, don’t you?” Now I was confused, and I still didn’t know her name.
And then I woke up.
This time there were no shoes left on the floor, nothing other than a sense that I could lean in and find myself falling in love with everything around me.
The Faerie Queen who had kissed me in my dream seemed at once impossibly beautiful and my heart’s desire. Her laughter echoed that sense of joy I had experienced throughout my day. I had received love from friends, family, and an Uber driver during the day, and kissed royalty in my dreams.
The dating app buzzed. “May you have a good night and a good night’s sleep.” I looked at the Dutch woman’s profile picture again. She looked remarkably like Aerwyna, except she looked like she was my age.
I decided it had, indeed, been a very Happy Valentine’s Day.
Candace LaRue — 2021