The fairy is resting, and sh'e gets close to the flower again. H'er mind opens, a door opens
Sh'e sees an innocent boy, trying to fit in, trying so hard, but knowing somehow that they are different, but never what it was.
They tried and tried, and could never quite fit in.
The very young child finally gave up trying, and retreated into book after book, devouring everything they could find, in a retreat from their pain. A brilliant young mind, already lost, unable to fit into the world around them.
One day, they looked into the mirror, and they were confused. Was it a boys face they saw, or a girls?
They could see both. But the eyes and the face, were a girls.
And hell began.
The fairy came too, and smiled at the flower. Sh'e went to the mirror, to prepare for the cisworld, and to authentically be h'erself.
Both faces were there, the woman sh'e has grown to respect and cherish, and the man of integrity and strength. Then, with a breath, sh'e allowed them to dance in the core, and to become who sh'e truly is, under the many ways sh'e shows h'erself. Niether male nor females, sh'e is made whole, in the strength of h'er blended core.
Sh'e pauses to review h'er female body in the mirror, and today, sh'e is well pleased, as sh'e tunes out that which remains of the old, and focuses on that which has been crafted by the tree of hormones, the body sh'e always wanted, the deepest of needs fulfilled.
Sh'e thought of the vision. It was from the very beginning, h'er journey, right to the roots of h'er creation.
A moment, and she asks the Sun to fire up h'er diamond, drive out the darkness, and guide h'er through the day. For the Son is the key to it all for h'er, sh'e would have been lost long ago, without their help.
Smiling at h'er friends, and saddened at the pain of those who walk our paths, their paths, all of the paths, she moves to the window, and confidently steps out onto the diamond tightrope leading to the wilderness of the Cis, and face the challenges of the day.
