Of fairy tales...

I think the fairy folk are calling out to me.i was driving down a long,twisty lane,surrounded by thick woods on either side.it was nearing midnight,a very cold ,a very quiet night.the kind of night when all your senses are on alert,and something inside you is waiting....waiting for a call from beyond..suddenly there was an isolated patch of thick fog at a bend in the road.i held my breath and went through it..and just for an instant,i caught the shadowy glimpse of a unicorn,peering out at me intently from the woods...

Then one evening,i was coming back home,walking through an old, familiar street.it was lighted by dim,comforting lights and from far away, home beckoned invitingly.and then,right there ,in the middle of an oft travelled street,a gust of random breeze blew up some dry leaves and they swirled around me in a mad dance ...daring me,mocking me,laughing at me...as i stood spell bound and entranced on that still,silent night....the unknown was calling,pulling me in..right in my own backyard..

On both these occasions,i was filled with a strange yearning.for one mad moment,i wanted to step into the woods and ride the unicorn to wherever it would take me.i wanted to step into the magic wind and let it blow me away.i wanted to go beyond the horizons that the eyes see and enter worlds that only minds can perceive.i wanted to duel wicked witches and save infant princes from conniving uncles.i wanted to fly on dragons and ride fishes underwater.i wanted to let go of the mundane and commonplace and be in an exciting world where mirages are real and myths come true and miracles happen...

Its all there you know.And the key to stepping from one world to the next is simple.Faith.You have to know,know,not hope that there is a unicorn.That it is a magic wind.The Fairy People do not welcome just about anyone.If you don't believe in their existence,they will never let you in..

Take a turn from your shadow,and just a breath away from reality,there is a path which leads to the kingdom.walk down it,holding on to the thread made of sunbeams and hope.it might unravel as you tug on it,but thats all right..it will not disappear on you.see the tiny faces peeking up at you from under the flowers?..take care,they could be either goblins or gnomes..or the shape of your own dreams..that dark thunderstorm on the horizon is what you need to be afraid of..it is the essence of your nightmares..but if you trust the goodness inside you and the kindness of strangers,then the darkness may envelope you for a time but it can never extinguish you..hold on to the staff of moonlight,with its core of wisdom ,and let it guide you...and you will come to a land of exquisite beauty..does it exist in some far away land,as insubstantial as clouds?...or hidden under the shadow of some mighty mountain,deep in the heart of a forest?...or does it exist in your own heart?...who knows..but if you follow my directions,maybe you will..

Some day when there is a gale,step out in it.the wind will tell you the answers to all the questions in your heart...if only you know how to listen...