Yes. I still believe in Fairy Tales.

I still believe in fairy tales.

Yes you read right.


I believe in love.

I believe in dreams.

I believe in miracles.

I believe in laughter after tragedy.

I believe in eternity.

In heaven.

In friendships.

In human kindness.

In spirit.

In connection.


I have seen so many… many miracles happen after tragic… tragic losses.

I have seen so much beauty after hardship.

So much light in the darkness.

So much strength in weakness.

How can I not believe in life when I have seen so much of it after such loss and tragedy?

Don’t ask me to believe that grief lasts forever.

Don’t ask me to stop spreading the message of hope.

I believe in fairy tales no matter the heartache and the loss.

But we must talk about the essence of a fairy tale.

What do I mean by FAIRY TALES?

As it is not about perfection.

It is not about the happy ending.

It is about the middle, the love we had and lost.

It is about the memories.

The honoring of our life.

The respect of our past and the belief in our future.

That is what fairy tales are made of.

And if a prince on a white horse shows up too… well then we call that the cherry on top.

Don’t stop believing in a beautiful life because sadness has taken away your dreams.

Don’t stop believing in perfect days.

Don’t stop believing in funny moments.

In dancing in the middle of the night because you felt like it.

In meeting your second soul mate in the midst of chaos.

In finding your dream job within you.

In leaving your house and venturing out into the open world more and more each day.

In seeing the divine in everyone.

In bending reality and slowing down time.

In living out loud without shame.

In taking guilt and breaking her in to many pieces.

In screaming from happiness.

In running as fast as you can and not losing your breath.

You see…I am not a fool believing in life after loss.

I am just a human being able to see life in the midst of grief.

And I am here to help you find your own life in the midst of yours.

I promise you LIFE is there waiting for you to light her up.

Waiting for you to open the door.

Humans have descended on this earth to live their own fairy tales in the midst of their tragedies and that’s the beauty of humanity my dear friend.

The finding of the fairy tale when you least expect it.

With unexpected fairy tales,


PS. And make sure you sign up for the LIVE online event that I am doing with Hay House on December 2nd. Its free, its live and it will change your life. All you need is a computer, 90 minutes and to sign up here:

Our little book is on its second print finally…and now amazon, Barnes and Noble and most bookstores are stocked up again. And thank you for being a part of this global movement to bring back life after it has been lost for so long.


  1. Lovely message, Christina. Thank you. It brings to mind the question…Why does our society focus so much on youth and eternal life? How would our experience have been different if somehow we were aware that life on earth also contained death? Death is a word kept in the closet. When my mother lost her father, she wept and didn’t tell us why. I was a young child, and only saw tears. Confusing tears. When my father’s mother became ill with cancer, it was hidden from us. They thought they were protecting us, but they were unknowingly contributing to our ignorance. Even now, my 83-year-old mother avoids the topic of death. Meanwhile, I have experienced death of my spouse (he was only 49; just a kid, really) and have struggled to cope as the world around me tip-toed around the death, and even worse…grief. God forbid that anyone should grieve. Grief is frowned upon. Grief is swept under the carpet. After the hugs and an “appropriate” period of time, you should be all better, right? Like putting a band-aid on a scratch. Grief is an experience that many people hope they can distract you from with light-hearted banter and wishes for new love. And yes, they mean well. They’re doing the best they can, based on their own experiences. My thanks to you, Christina, for having the courage to discuss death and grief–the topic of taboo. How refreshing to find someone who actually wants to talk about it. I agree with your war-torn and hard-fought acknowledgment that life is for living, and anyone who has experienced great loss can find value in hearing stories of survival from those who understand. We are survivors of an unexpected, terrible thing. And life DOES go on, as we eventually understand that it’s up to us to decide whether to seek happiness or give up. Breathe deeply and don’t give up. A new chapter is waiting, if we allow ourselves to turn the page.

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