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, DraĆ­ocht. 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. 

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Hello! I'm Kirby. A stylist and writer based in Birmingham, Alabama.