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But - where do the fairies live? and elves? and pixies? and magical leprechauns?
This child’s imagination had no bounds.
We looked up and we looked down.
He was convinced that - somewhere - they might be hiding.
All of a sudden he squealed…with a child’s joy and delight.
He’d found them. They were here all along.
Fairies…and elves…and pixies…and magical leprechauns.
Right here and just exactly as he knew they would be.
Again..and today - I find myself asking:
What is true? What is real? To what and to where should I focus my attention?
One day goes into the next.
But around me - the grass is greening. The trees are budding.
There is new life every which way I turn.
Is this an end? Or - another beginning?
Or - is it just another season in this cycle of ever-constant change?
Again…and today - emerging.
Countless tiny beads of precious light.
A work of her heart…an expression of her soul.
A tiny piece of her day’s creation.
Magic.