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Shira may be the last Fae to be blogged but she is certainly not least. She and Roseri are friends. They sit together, albeit on separate gates. Shira and Roseri go on and on all day about something. I don't know what because they clam up as soon as I get within earshot.
***I don't believe it is gossip and I don't think they are scheming. Quite frankly I am puzzled at what they could be discussing at such length. I guess it just goes to show that there is much about faeries that I do not understand.
***I get the feeling that they both are some kind of royalty. Not that they look down on others or expect to be waited on. They just seem to be intertwined with great destinies. They seem to expect that their lives mean something, that just being themselves and doing what they must is part of some grand story.
*** If I watch them for any length of time I can almost identify separate threads, or story lines. And occasionally they will flinch as if they were surprised by what just happened. There is, of course, no TV screen or crystal ball in front of them but the way they go on you would think that the mushrooms they are sitting on were their private little theatre seats floating around, giving them the best view on the most important events in a world of vastly intricate stories.
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One day, as I watched, Roseri put her head on her knees and covered the back of her head with her hands. Shira stood up and shielded her eyes. Her hair and wings rippled as if in a strong wind. When they finally resumed their positions of intimate conversation they were quiet for a very long time, only breaking the silence with a little humming, sometimes singing bits of songs.
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A few days later they were talking and singing again almost like before but they seemed a little older - if you can judge age by less frivolous joy. Before when they were happy they would cover their mouths, hide their eyes and giggle. Now when they are happy their smiles are open and broad, their eyes are wide open, sometimes with tears overflowing onto their cheeks. It is almost as if whatever happened had an unexpected good result. No, not good: Great - wonderful - fantastic.
A few days later they were talking and singing again almost like before but they seemed a little older - if you can judge age by less frivolous joy. Before when they were happy they would cover their mouths, hide their eyes and giggle. Now when they are happy their smiles are open and broad, their eyes are wide open, sometimes with tears overflowing onto their cheeks. It is almost as if whatever happened had an unexpected good result. No, not good: Great - wonderful - fantastic.
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I suppose that is the way of all the great stories. We are drawn in to care and when we could care no more our love, our hope, our dreams are completely destroyed. We are crushed, lost. And then, somehow, beyond hope, beyond any audacity to ask, our love, our dreams are restored. The emptiness that was created when our soul was crushed is filled with a joy and love that flows like a river continuously filling a lake to overflowing.
***I suppose that is the way of all the great stories. We are drawn in to care and when we could care no more our love, our hope, our dreams are completely destroyed. We are crushed, lost. And then, somehow, beyond hope, beyond any audacity to ask, our love, our dreams are restored. The emptiness that was created when our soul was crushed is filled with a joy and love that flows like a river continuously filling a lake to overflowing.
I don't know what happened in their world but when I look to my world I realize that I would expect any vision of the universe to have these elements in them. If I were brought up in a world view that did not have a story line like this, I would know that it could not be true. The universe is pregnant with this stuff and humans were made to go through this transformation. It would be like saying that we are more intelligent than the universe.
***No, no one reading this will find that sentence odd because we have all been indoctrinated into thinking that we are more intelligent than the universe. I suppose to get around the blinders that our current generation has, I should say: "it would be like saying that we are the pinnacle of love - that we made up the concept of love and we are dragging the universe into a more loving state whether it wants to go there or not". How absurd does that sound? Same thing, though.
***Think of the most desirable qualities: love, hope, trust, courage, joy, self sacrifice, patience... and you will readily admit that we are not the authors of those things. We have to be taught them. Events carve them into our being in spite of our efforts to avoid them. The universe is pregnant with the events that build character into individuals.
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I am glad for Shira and Roseri. They have faced a great loss and have been restored. I am not so glad for me, knowing that the process is necessary. Once again I have proved to myself that I am not the author of the process, I would avoid the process if I could. And yet, I will have loss and on the other side there will be joy and love and peace ....
I am glad for Shira and Roseri. They have faced a great loss and have been restored. I am not so glad for me, knowing that the process is necessary. Once again I have proved to myself that I am not the author of the process, I would avoid the process if I could. And yet, I will have loss and on the other side there will be joy and love and peace ....
