The other day, while having dinner with friends, the group talked business stuff. My gaze wandered to these small screen doors (bigger than dollhouse doors, but miniature all the same) leaning against the kitchen window.
What world lies beyond those doors?
There must be fairies and tree nymphs and water nymphs and flowers bigger than me and unicorns (there are always unicorns).
A friend, a doctor (and so also bored by the business discussion), said, "I know I'm not an idiot, but when they start talking managers and administration and marketing, my eyes glaze over."
"Yes, but I have fairy wings," I said. "They're a translucent plum color with glittery, silver edges."
She gave me that blank look. "What?"
I pointed to the screen doors. "Beyond them. The world they open up. In there, I have fairy wings."
"I think you have a lot more fun than I do," she said.
but they do show up in the painting Grace did of me for my 50th birthday. I'm standing barefoot on grass under a night sky, releasing 50 fireflies from a jar. They're swirling around a tree that has dancing limbs and a stream flowing from a source beneath its roots.
Also, I get in trouble during business talk for suddenly laughing out loud at whatever memory I've called up to entertain myself.
How is it we're not related?
Ooh--I want to see that painting!
And I think we must be related somehow. Maybe distantly. Like through Noah.
Heather, you rock.
Oh, how pretty! I wonder, sometimes, if God will let us pretend things and then create them for us one day. I certainly would come up with wings. I'd even be happy if they had to be human-colored and--well-- bird-wing-like... because once you're in the air, it won't matter. Or maybe we'll get to ride dinosaurs... or whatever genus the ancient, giant, flying critters actually are.
Totally awesome.
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