Fairytales from Pixieland

Sometimes we meet people that we know we are going to have further contact with. There's a spark of some kind that let's us know we will be involved in something bigger. Something that will be keeping us busy for a long time together. A sensitive may know this upon sight. People who aren't sensitives, may not know this and may even fight everything about it, either in full denial of the whole thing or not wanting to believe it. Snowflakes are different and special. People are too. I met one of these people a while back. About a year ago our paths crossed in a rather nonspectacular way. The second time our paths crossed, There were things I knew about them before a single word had been spoken. Since then our paths have crossed several more times. I have seen them at least once a week and we have discussed things concerning the circumstances under which our paths crossed, potential business opportunities and things on semi-personal levels. We skimmed the surface of discus...

Every so often my father sends me a message from beyond. In a strange sort of way, I find myself closer to him more and more lately. He died a 6 years ago and while we spoke often, my perspective was that we weren't as close as some other fathers and daughters are. My sister wasn't close to him either. In fact I think their relationship was pretty fractious at best. Years ago my father had brought home an acorn. He had found it while out walking between buildings at work. I planted it and a small oak tree had begun to grow. I nurtured my small oak and had every intention of watching it grow and seeing it to maturity. In the process of cutting ties with a toxic person in my life, my tiny oak was lost. I've thought about it now and then, but never at any great length. Yesterday my best friend and I traveled out of town to another city. While we were there we went to a few of their favorite haunts. One place we stopped was at a small corner of the lake. It was a rather qu...