BlueBell

🌿 Bluebell : For the ones who stay, and speak the truth. 
(Constancy)

In the quiet lore of floriography, wearing a bluebell is said to open the heart to truth— but beware: it may unearth words better left unsaid. They are offerings to forgotten faeries, guides in the search for hidden truths, tokens for those who wait with humility. In Victorian flower language, the bluebell (Hyacinthoides) speaks of humility and faithfulness. In Scotland, picking them was said to tempt fate. Across the British Isles, they were known as fairy bells, harebells, wood bells— seen as beacons of faery magic. Legends say they could ring to summon faeries for moonlit revels— but if a human heard the sound, it foretold fate’s mischief. In old lore, bluebells were said to thin the veil— especially in spring, when the seasons shift and the world wavers between seen and unseen, between silence and speech. So the bluebell became a flower of thresholds: between held truths and spoken ones, presence and echo. A nodding bell in the wood that asks: Will you enter? Will you dare? And if you have known someone like that— someone who stays when others drift, who speaks with honesty even when the truth quivers— then you’ve known the soul of a bluebell. Perhaps, without knowing, you are one.