The Little Black Fairy with the Little White Prince.....................by Julianna Rowe

Today was one of those difficult life days for me.  I HAD cancer and part of my lung removed making it difficult to breathe.  I was angry most of the day.  I stopped and purchased a geranium for my Shabby Porch but that didn't seem to curb the anger.  I was standing outside on my Shabby Porch when my attention was elevated from myself to a scene down and across the street from my Rockwell Corner Porch.  There she was.  A tiny little fairy like person flitting around like a butterfly and happy as a free soaring bird dressed in white like an Angel.  I was in awe standing at calm attention noticing how I should be like her.  Childlike in my faith. She was searching gently for something special in the earth's green grass.  I wondered?  Was it a four leaf clover she so yearned to find.  Was it the teeny tiny insignificant white flowers that most try to kill in their yards? Whatever it was she was thrilled to find it and give it to someone she loved.

I felt embarrassed at my anger and disgust at life.   I wasn't ashamed because I had a right to feel awful about not being able to breathe like I have always been able to....for seven decades.  So why cant I now?  No one knows.....

But there she was showing me frivalty.  No matter what ......I still have the ability to write, sing, talk, and love.  That little black girl and her little white prince friend where moving in life with such ease.  I wanted to put a white dress on and frolic in the fields of yellow flowers like a child.  But I am not a child.  I am an old woman now.....with the mind of a younger woman and the spirit of a free little black girl playing with a little white boy not knowing that could and might/will be an issue someday.  Picking flowers and giving them as a gift of love to the lady overseeing them this day.

Love comes in many gifts.  A child of two will give a rock to their parent when they are picked up from day care.  Its all they have. A macaroni necklace from a preschooler.  A welded ring from art class in Jr. High....  An award for good citizenship in High School.  A flower picked on the way to a walking date in College.  An engagement ring as a forever sign of love in marriage.  A wheelchair pushed by a mate in a park.  A tear shed for that lifelong mate at their funeral or celebration of life.   All that came to me watching the little black princess today from my Normal Rockwell porch.  Time cant change the true meaning and or basic love we all need to learn in life.  Its Biblical.  Love thy neighbor as you love thyself.  (Hopefully you love yourself, You Lord)  Simply put its pure love. Hard huh?  Well notsomuch when you come across a sweet little innocent black Angel and her sweet little white prince.

I learned a lesson this day I had known but it had gotten buried under pain. Lest it rise again, the sweet  pure love that is.

She did it....she gave the gift.....of pure love!