magic.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. - W.B. Yeats

I had this necklace made a few weeks ago when I was in Ireland. I've been wanting to post about it since I got home but it never felt right. When I walked outside this morning I saw a bunch of clovers (that I have never seen in my front yard) and the idea hit me. I knew it was time to share. 

The necklace is by Chupi (you might remember the rosebud necklace I posted a few months ago). It is cast of a Hawthorn twig. Hawthorn trees are sacred in Ireland. They are protected and you should never cut them down. I read that Chupi found a twig on the ground and cast this necklace from the fallen twig. The trees are fairy trees. It is said to be where the faeries reside. I couldn't have found a more perfect necklace to have engraved. 

I had it engraved with the Irish word for magic, Draíocht. There is no other word to describe what happens when I'm in Ireland. Dreams come true when I'm there. Day dreams and actual dreams that I've had. I meet the most beautiful... magical... people. It is the place where I feel most at home. I find it hard to put into words what I feel when I am there. Pure joy. Pure magic. You can meet anyone and everyone. Magic has to be felt to be understood.