A fairy floated by, not a real fairy, but a fluffy seed like the dandelion seeds we called fairies when I was a child. Only it didn’t really float, it lingered right in front of my eyes then danced a little before flying away, leaving this mini blog in its wake.
I was sitting in my garden this morning, quite an ordinary garden really, yet often the place where an idea for a blog comes to mind. I was thinking about next week, about celebrating my birthday and Christmas with my family, and remembering how my father used to say, at the end of Christmas day, “Well, that’s it for another 364 days then”. My heart would always sink at the prospect of plunging back into the ordinary after such a perfect day.
How things have changed, I thought, this morning, or, more accurately, how I have changed over all those decades of learning to see the perfect in the ordinary.
It was at that moment that the fairy flew into my vision. I haven’t been aware of those fairy-seeds floating about recently, and certainly not one as in-my-face as that one was.
“It’s a fairy,” I imagined saying to Isobel, my almost four year old granddaughter who will be here next week for our celebrations.
“Why is it a fairy?” I heard Isobel ask in my imagination.
“Well, it’s really a seed flying through the air to find a perfect place to grow, but it flies and dances like a fairy, doesn’t it?”
At that point the fairy-seed zoomed right up close and performed her captivating dance, just for me. And for you, as it has turned out.
She danced a tale about a seed that was a perfectly ordinary seed, flown by a magnificent, perfectly-directed breeze right into my line of vision matching my early morning thoughts.
Seeing the perfect in the everyday ordinary is a blessing. Experiencing the deeper mystery of the guiding breeze is doubly so.
On a lighter note, remember to make a special wish if you see a fairy, dandelion or otherwise. When I blow out my birthday candles next week I’ll wish you all a perfectly beautiful Christmas and an equally perfect 364 days until the next one. Oh, why wait until then? Wishing you all – whether or not you celebrate Christmas – many beautiful forever blessings.
Until I listened, Jane Teresa Anderson
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