2001-05-22 - 10:59 a.m.

In a land far far away from here she danced. It was a glorious place where her heart took flight and on tiptoe and wing she fluttered and spun happily in the streams of sunlight that slipped through the trees. She danced here in this hidden Eden waiting for one of her favorite souls to join her. She wildly anticipated dancing again with him. Bright eyed and light hearted she danced in anticipation of laughter and conversation and that peace of joining souls with this precious one again.

Time went on..she grew weary of dancing. She curled her wings around her and slept fitfully under a nearby toadstool. This was a place of dreams, her dreams. This hidden glen was safe, a haven only she held the knowledge of. A place where few could go...and only when she led them there. She slept happily and peacefully with a blanket of moss.

She awoke with a start...her eyes searched her happy den to find only solitude. Her dear desired soul had not come. She danced once more...but she danced slower at first. Held back by the bitter taste of disappointment. She was inhibited by questions as to why he had not come to her. A tear slipped down her cheek at the thoughts of laughter and friendship and companionship abandoned.

She wiped her tear. She tucked the disappointment under her wings and took up her dancing again. She had grown to quietly accept this dissappointment. She knew how to lighten her spirit and dance again with the others that could share her secret space. She tucked the sorrow away and danced on the wind once more. There was a new chill in the air though.

There are others who get to watch this fairey dance in this magical place. There are a select few who are allowed to see her spirit soar and dance at such heights, in such beauty. They marvel at what they see here. She is amazing. She chose to be here alone this time. To seek out that soul which never came...she chose solitude it seems...though what she longed for was the friendship she once knew.

She danced a long time...and the bitter taste gave way to honey on her tongue...she returned to her glory and danced her way back to the land of other fairies and magical creatures. She smiled brilliantly and flittered among those she so dearly loved. Only occasionally did the pain and bittersweet memory of a soul gone away interrupt her happy thought.

Sometimes she would sneak away to that magical place again. She'd remember what it had been. She would remember how special it was. She would dance with all the beauty and light of days gone by. She wouldn't let the memory fade sour. She danced the same, mostly alone...sometimes with another dear soul..but mostly this place was for her memories now. Sometimes she cried beneath the toadstool..she missed things. She always rose to dance again.

She had many magical places...this was one of her favorites though. Over time she will learn to not dance here as much as the memories can grow more bitter with age. She contemplates how perhaps it is for the best that she dance in the magical realms of other creatures...she knows she is happy..she knows she is free...she knows she is loved.

Part of her will always miss how she could dance in that magical grove in that land far far away.