the fairy tale

she was gentle, tiny, and feminine.

the fairy was quite, yet her mind was loud.

throughout the forrest she would fly.

the unobstructed green emphasized the light of her beam.

on and on she went,

in her own world.

"i am not of this world, i'm simply living in it"

so with that, she wondered,

"can i create? can i bring through what's never before seen?"

she had a crystal clear dream.

by the pond she sat.

catching a glimpse of her reflection,

followed by a silly little laugh.

her dream was the pond was full of other fairies,

all ages and all shades.

here they would stroke each other,

play with one another's hair,

gaze deeply into each other divine eyes.

play like children

and hold no space for worry.

she pictured it this time.

envisioned it right in front of her.

she saw her dad,

the mail fairy,

the green fairy woman she always admired.

she saw them right in front of her,

laughing,

relaxed,

present.

the forrest fluttered with joy,

the sun beamed perfectly through the trees,

the refreshments were beautiful.

her eyes filled with tears.

she blinked and remembered it was a dream.

yet it felt so real.

she held onto that feeling-

it felt so real.

she flew home and slept like a baby.

no need for dreams tonight.

she made her way to the safe space,

joyful and excited to play with mindfulness.

when she arrived,

she had guests.

dad,

mom,

neighbor,

fairies she'd seen but never known.

all together.

she blinked,

and blinked,

and blinked.

did her dream come true?

"what are you doing here?" she asked.

"we felt you." dad responded.

"we needed this more than you would know"

"i forgot we can read each others minds" they both laughed.

this now,

is the sunday service.

not every dream makes sense,

but

they're always on purpose.