I had planned to write about my outrage over the outcome of last week’s election and my personal plans to start a revolution, but over the weekend I was fed some pretty good medicine and I’m going to tell you about it.  First, a warning to you. You might just miss out on the best non-medicinal therapeutic cure ever, but if you hate stories about peoples kids and grandkids and all the cute wonderful things they do, stop reading now.  Children and kittens might just be the best psychological therapy ever.  I spent a weekend in San Antonio recently and much of that time was spent with my nieces, 2 and 4 years of age. Watching them play and playing with them made me remember times and events in my life that I had stashed away and hadn’t thought about in many long years.  Between giving them pony rides and painting their wee toe nails, the highlight of my time with them was when my youngest niece, Sierra, got a glimpse of some dust floating in the air.  The dust was visible only because it was floating through a patch of sunlight.  The light got her attention, and she stopped playing whatever game it was she was playing to stair at it.  She then began to wave her hands through it.  I asked her what she saw and she said she saw fairy dust.  Then she proceeded to gather it in handfuls and dumped it on me. Fairy dust!  How wonderful is that!?  You and I see a common nuisance and she sees the remnants of fairies.  It immediately made me recall my childhood and I remembered playing with the dust in the air and wondering what it was.  Is it fairly dust or is it a wide range of dead skin, pollen, lint, and mold?  My adults mind tells me that it’s nothing more than a mere mingling of organic and inorganic flotsam floating about.  But what if our child’s perception is closer to the mark and it’s the dust left behind by caravanning fairies.  My nieces made me remember that what I perceive to be imagined might be closer to reality.  Fairy dust.  Viva la revolution.

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Comments

Julie

2004-11-08T15:24:11.000Z

One, thanks for updating your diary, and two, thanks for such a cute uplifting story on Monday morning.  I wish we all would put our cynicism aside every once in a while and believe in fairies!