“Remember, remember the fifth of November…” I’ve always found that old saying rather ominous, and I think Bonfire Night itself is unsettling. What makes it so harrowing for me isn’t the historical origins (of Guy Fawkes nearly blowing up parliament), but the people standing by a blazing fire and watching as the life-sized mannequin of a person goes up in flames…
“Remember, Remember…” The Ominous Origins of Bonfire Night
![What if it was all just fun again?
Childhood returning like sunshine
To dust off your wings
And remind you how it felt to fly
Last week on the retreat in Yorkshire, we made flower crowns and did a photoshoot wearing them, along with these gorgeous wings by @auburnandpeaches. As soon as we put them on, I noticed how we all began to dance and twirl across the grass, wings and hair ruffled by the breeze in the sunshine. It was pure joy๐
I love the fact that we were able to dress up as fairies (under the guise of a photoshoot of course๐) - it felt like being transported to a world where we could just play in our imagination again.
[This wasn't intended as an ad, BUT Elle handmakes these wings for adults, so if you want to be a fairy too, see @auburnandpeaches' page!๐งโโ๏ธ]
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Feeling joyful is different from feeling peaceful (although this was both simultaneously). We often have moments of peace, because it can come along with relief, or even tiredness, suggesting an absence of chaos - but in terms of fulfilling, whole-hearted, childlike JOY...
Do you have a memory from childhood where you felt utterly free and joyful?
When was the most recent time you felt utterly free and joyful?
...and is there any similarity between the two?](https://scontent-lhr8-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.36329-15/367956240_967439437645950_1328237321033816445_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=8ae9d6&_nc_ohc=bMQjCIU5WDcAX-EaKm-&_nc_ht=scontent-lhr8-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&oh=00_AfBq1PY3_togPUBZU04UCwOj9KvhP7HOpxk-jyRcFOWxLA&oe=652A23A8)