Fairy tales do come true

Once upon a time a little girl grew up like many little girls, reading fairy tales and happily ever afters, dreaming of saints and miracles and all kinds of wondrous things.

She just never out grew these things. Deep inside of her was a little seed always ready to bloom at the first drop of love and life and possibilities.

People warned her. They said you must grow up and give up these childish things, so she tried, but it is like telling a peach to grow without its pit. Impossible!

You cannot be what you are not and she was born to live the fairy tales and mythologies that other children gave up long ago.

And because of this she has met knights in shining armor, Peter Pans, Brave Queens and kings and famous wizards -- all disguised as everyday human beings.

But she has also been locked in a dungeon, bludgeoned with words, shunned, and fooled by tricksters so evil they can do almost everything.

Except no one could take away who she was, so it was all worthwhile. The wonders, the joy, the love is so much brighter and bigger and deeper than the evil it all balances out on the good side.

That is the price of living a fairytale. Everything is so much more!