A Lesson in Pixie Dust..................

Did you ever come across pixie dust?  Well, according to a tiny miniscul friend of mine, by the name of Wink, pixie dust can be a lethal and dangerous thing in the wrong hands.

"How so?" I asked my little winged friend, "does it really matter?"

"Yes," she replied, sitting herself down quiet comfortably upon the corner of my desk one afternoon. "You see, " she continued, "in the right hands it can bring many good things. For we know how to use it as good prevails. Those whose intentions are evil, with a evil heart, only brings on castrophic results from using pixie dust. It all depends on the heart of the holder of the dust!"

Now I understood. But I inquired as to why she was telling me this. Afterall, I am mere mortal and have no pixie dust. So it wouldn't do me any good.  But Wink reassured me that it did have something to do with me, and what had been happening to me. See of late, I've been quite busy to the point that I have several projects going and working late into the wee hours of the morning. Painting horses, faeries (yes, Wink is my inspiration there) and other mythical creatures.  I told her how blessed I was by God, for He gave me such a wonderful talent.

"Yes," she replied, "He has!"
"Why Wink..........you surprise me? I didn't think you believed in God?"
Wink giggled at my statement. "God is creator of all. He even created me!"

I sat in thought for a moment, thinking hard about that. I didn't know God created little creatures such as faeries.  But then again, this world is so vast and far and wide. Like the universe is too. I suppose it is possible.

"You see," she said as a matter of factly, "that is where pixie dust plays in." Wink stood up and stretched her wings out. "When I said about it being in the wrong hands................it works wonders for those who are of true spirit and pure of heart. Those who truely believe in HIM. That pixie dust is not just magical dust, as some may perceive it to be, but blessings!"

Hmmmm............I thought. Interesting. I thanked Wink for her little educational lesson on pixie dust.  I suppose I'll never look at blessings the same way. "Thank you Wink!"

With that, she gathered herself up, and stood up. "Well, " she said, "perhaps tomorrow I'll come by and tell you more about the Epona Ponies." And she gave me a little wink, and off she went.

08:00 - Friday, July 13, 2007 - post comment