44 Dolls or Fairies

The Little Red Haired Girl

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44 Dolls or Fairies

“I feel dull and sad like a rainy day when Mummy won’t let me play outside” the Little Red Haired Girl announced.

“That’s understandable” sighed Soul “Spirit is a little broken right now and tired after our efforts to call Nana (apparently the hard way Soul concluded, but experience of doing it was never wasted, it was a learning path).

“Who is Spirit?” she asked “coz I cannot see it, is it like a ghost?”
“Hmm… not really coz you see Nana don’t you?”
“Yes” as alarm swept across her face “is she a ghost?”
“Some people might say that but I would prefer to say she is a friendly ancestor from your past and from your family. Someone that looks after you, a happy memory.”

“An –ces -tor” the child struggled to say the new word.
“Yes a friendly family member, a person who was once your favourite family member before she went to heaven” Soul was not sure if ‘heaven’ was the right word to use to get her to understand.

“I learned about heaven at Sunday school when I was little” and Soul smiled, she understood that word and it did not upset her, and at her perception of being ‘little’ for she was clearly still ‘little’.
“But who is Spirit?” This child was determined and not to be side tracked. Soul sighed.

“Spirit is the inspiration you feel, amongst other things.”
“Simplify.” demanded Brain “she does not understand.”
“When you play with your dolls and Fairies. Do they become a catalyst to show you what to play?”
The child frowned and remained silent.

“You are overcomplicating” said Brain “Simplify.”
“Your dolls give you an idea of what to play? Like the starter motor on Daddies car. The spark the dolls and Fairies give you help to decide what to play, make the engine start in the case of a car.”

“What’s an idea? What’s a starter motor?” the child asked.
“Oh Lord you are making a pigs ear out of this Soul.” Brain announced.

“An idea is like a picture in your head. Your dolls and Fairies give you a picture of what you want to play?”
“Yes ” her eyes lit up “sometime we go for a picnic and make tea, sometimes we dance in a circle, sometimes we make daisy chains like Nana showed me.”
“Ok good” spluttered Soul “the dolls and the fairies give you the picture, the spark, the idea and Spirit enjoys and completes the picture when you do it.”
More frowning from the child.

“When they tell you to go for a ride on your bike with them in the basket, do you enjoy it?” Soul persisted.
“Oh yes we go on an adventure.”
“Spirit is the wind in your hair, your joy and happiness.”
“Oh.” Soul could see she was thinking and trying to make sense of its own poor description. Soul also hoped he had restored the previous reputation of the Fairies from being ‘trivial’ in the process as well.

“That’s not an important point at the moment” interrupted Brain.

“Precisely” sighed Soul “they are important is the point.”
Brain shut up.

“I like the wind in my hair” the child concluded “I like going on adventures. They make me happy.”
“Exactly” sighed Soul “You cannot see Spirit even though it part of you and Body. Spirit is like the wind, you feel it but you cannot see it.”
“Is that why I feel like a rainy day? Is Spirit sad?”
“Yes” sighed Soul.
“Will Spirit get better?”
“Yes” sighed Soul “with time and rest.”
“How can I help Spirit to get better?” the Little Red Haired Girl asked.
“Keep talking to your dolls and your Fairies. Let them give you new ideas for fun however small they may be, and Spirit will recover and help to finish the picture Ok?”
“Yes I will” she promised.

“I am bursting” cried Heart “I cannot stand the innocence and trust the child has.”
“That’s part of your journey and path Heart. You must get all that back and be healed to the child you once were” sighed Soul.
“It’s too painful, I cannot do it” cried Heart.

“Yes you can” called Spirit “I will not let you give up. I will not let the past destroy you or me for that matter. These ‘friends’ these ‘lovers’ these betrayals that crushed us. I will not give in and let it be part of our future.”
“But how?” cried Heart “With all life’s destruction and pain, cruelty and war and….”

“Enough” sighed Soul “you will have us all as broken as you. We are all tired, without a vision of a path, without hope and inspiration, without the facts, and without Body potentially at this rate.”
“Ssh” called Spirit “the child is listening and we will scare her.”

“Without love” cried Heart.

“I will love you” the Little Red Haired Girl stated calmly “I can be your best friend cross my heart and hope to die” and Soul caught its breath again at that expression.
“And who will love you child?” Soul asked.

“God will. God loves me he told me so.”
Soul was silent and Body exhausted.
Brain was confused… no facts you see.
Heart cried “Such faith, such innocence, such love.”

“It’s how we all start our journey” said God.