Maybe you have children who would like this little story. Or maybe it's for the childlike part in you. We want to keep the childlike part alive. It's the wonder, the magic, the curiosity, which is often killed, subdued, repressed as we grow older. This happens—in one way or another—to everyone. Spiritual awakening includes awakening all the positive parts that live within you. Life is not about becoming serious and heavy. It's not about becoming jaded and...boring. No. Not at all. And there is a difference between being childish and childlike. Childish is for children who are still learning and growing. Childlike, as we define it—full of wonder, curiosity, joy, and magic—is for everyone. It is innocent and loving with no intent to harm life.
I should have known she was only pretending to be lost. How can a fairy ever really be lost? No matter what a fairy tells you, no matter how contrary a fairy acts — and fairies can act very contrary — all fairies belong to the kingdom of angels. So, just like an angel can never get lost, neither can a fairy.
Still, on this particular day, this particular fairy did her best to convince me that she was lost. She sighed and let her big eyes look very sad. She sat down on a coppery-colored mushroom in the middle of a fairy ring and pouted. She flew around in circles like she had no idea which way to go.
Finally, she insisted that she had to sit on my shoulder, so she could have a good look around and find out where she was.
"You are right where you are," I said.
She scowled.
"You've got wings,” I said, “Fly high.”
She scowled again and told me she was tired and too full of taffy to fly, except in circles, and circles never got her anywhere.
"Taffy?" I said. "When were you eating taffy?"
She told me it was none of my business.
I rolled my eyes to the heavens. Who can argue with a fairy, especially a lost one? I picked her up, put her on my shoulder, and started my walk through the jungly trees, my little dog at my side. I must have walked about a mile with the little fairy happily buzzing, humming, and chattering in my ear.
Want to hear the more of this story? So do I, but I ran out of words. You are welcome to write your own ending, so long as it’s happy. Fairies only like happy endings.
THE LOST FAIRY
Still, on this particular day, this particular fairy did her best to convince me that she was lost. She sighed and let her big eyes look very sad. She sat down on a coppery-colored mushroom in the middle of a fairy ring and pouted. She flew around in circles like she had no idea which way to go.
Finally, she insisted that she had to sit on my shoulder, so she could have a good look around and find out where she was.
"You are right where you are," I said.
She scowled.
"You've got wings,” I said, “Fly high.”
She scowled again and told me she was tired and too full of taffy to fly, except in circles, and circles never got her anywhere.
"Taffy?" I said. "When were you eating taffy?"
She told me it was none of my business.
I rolled my eyes to the heavens. Who can argue with a fairy, especially a lost one? I picked her up, put her on my shoulder, and started my walk through the jungly trees, my little dog at my side. I must have walked about a mile with the little fairy happily buzzing, humming, and chattering in my ear.
Want to hear the more of this story? So do I, but I ran out of words. You are welcome to write your own ending, so long as it’s happy. Fairies only like happy endings.
