Flight of feathered courage and good heart (For our Faery woman - The 2nd of several "Odes)

Open a door, she awaits in generous anticipation
Enjoyment in another’s inclusion.
Unadorned by stale pretension
She is vulnerable
And courageous to be so exposed
We laugh with her and love her for it.

She spreads Faery dust for all of us who come to her
And beckons us to fly her starlit ways
Adventurous, she is the “Pan” of Wendy’s sensibilities
Drawing us to joyous states of freedom
Fantasy her forte
Suspended here beneath her spell of gentle wonder
Patient at her feet for stories sparkling and fresh
She gathers us like playground company to frolic
And we do

She is sweet friendliness
No venom spat from these lips
Just ever upward effort to be more
She ascends with playful mirth to cloud crowned pleasure
Dangles beach sand speckled, sockless feet towards the distant earth
Pants rolled up to knees
(She is the one so ever ready to be dancing and included,
Not for her, the sidelines
See her scramble to her feet, ever ready for the challenge – and the share)
A pensive moment gathered to her
As she contemplates the view
Another insight
Another wisdom budding - I can feel it blossoming
So willing to move forward
As a constant inspiration to her little one
(and anyone, she tosses sweetness skyward, sprinkling any lucky passers by with serendipitous intention)
Her own Faery child
Her magic wonderment embodied
She will bless this one with all the dreams she might have missed or shunned before
And place offerings of daily goodness
Knowing that in giving is the gift
Thus she is blessed, like all of us who know.

May your wings be ever free
And feathered with the courage and the goodness with which your heart abounds