One way in which I grow through trauma and recover my inner fairy is through Minecraft. I play with ideas, concepts, possibilities. I learn that buildings look better with fences, platforms and other kinds of boundaries, much like people. We need boundaries, clear pathways, village communities, trade to help each other, enchantments to boost our abilities. We can create from a set list of things, if we can gather them.

Trauma told me that my needs and wants don't matter. But in Minecraft, they do. I want a castle. I want a giant cow made out of wool. I want an underwater potion-making lair full of arctic foxes. I need fulfilling food. I need to recover after a battle. If I light up my world enough, the monsters have a much harder time coming for me.

My vision is that fantasy worlds aren't separate from our lives. They are intertwined. My Minecraft character is an extension of me. We can create magic on Earth. It is already here in nature. The beautiful aurora here in Finland is a wonderful reminder of that. As is the snow on trees, the sea, the squirrel hunting for food. The clouds and their many forms. The glow of the moon. It's all pure magic.

I see a world where the separation is less. We can exist as a community, helping each other to grow, thrive and we can embrace our own expression of our inner magic. Paying for shopping with your card chip embedded in a fairy wand. Skipping through the forest in wings. Having a dragon painted on your car. Dressing up like a cloud with rainbow leggings. Why the fuck not? Be you. Be all of you regardless of how broken you feel.

I leave you with a quote from Rumi:

"The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities." 

Written on 19th of January 2024 by Belle DreamCatcher