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I’m a collector of magical moments. 

That’s how the night began when my fairy godmother, Fifi Fluffinwish, invited me to dinner at the Panama Hotel, a quaint bed and breakfast with fantastical food in San Rafael.  It may as well be the restaurant at the edge of the universe – for that is how magical it felt that night.  She asked me to attend in mythical attire, not knowing what persona would flow into the door or who I might meet.  There she was, radiating her bubbly love from across the room in a full length lace, maroon evening gown and tiara.  She almost jumped out of her seat with joy when she saw me walk in.  I came as Madeleine, the Magical Moment Collector.  In a hot pink and black floral Punjabi, I had laid a veil over a small peacock top hat to match.  Very colorful – and definitely out of the ordinary.  I strongly recommend this mythic persona if you’re looking for fun and surprises!

So there we were, enjoying each other and each bite of our magical meal when the table next to us couldn’t stop noticing our magnetism.  They finally asked if we were celebrating a birthday.  We excitedly explained that we were collecting magical moments instead and recommended they do the same.  Their ordinary conversation continued.  Not long after that came the biggest surprise.  A gloriously radiant young woman approached our table and humbly asked if she could give me a gift.  I answered “Of course!” – she said she needed to sing it.  I said, “Wonderful.”  So, Fifi invited the table next to us to share in this magical moment.  They stood up, encircled our table, holding hands while this magical stranger serenaded me with a mystical poem by Hafiz about a green bird soaring free from its cave to the rim of the chalice of all that is Divine.  The melody was original, enchanting and so beautiful, all went silent to hear it.  I’m sure it was Divinely inspired.  I can always tell when I get the chills.

Our table mates thanked her and sat again leaving me in total bliss when Fifi pulled out the exact same poem in writing from her magic fairy bag and offered it to me as a gift – but wait there’s more.  Out comes a peacock gift bag and inside a clear crystal (not glass) chalice of emptiness held by a bird in its wings, just like the one described in Hafiz’ poem.  She fills it with water (my ally element) and offers for me to drink deeply of its delight.  I do and offer it to my singing surprise sister.  She then declares that the second gift must be given in more privacy and that I should follow her to the foyer.  The three of us sit at a table together, hold hands and she explains that she is about to channel my soul story – that she will be silent for a moment, listening for it to come.  It takes about 3 seconds before she begins with a golden/yellow light frequency on which I ride in on my giraffe.  A giraffe that is galloping around the universe while I hold the reins in one hand and the pink pill box hat on my head with the other.  We whizz past planets like Jupiter and Saturn.  We get so close to the sun that the hair on the giraffe’s hide gets singed.  We are on an adventure through the cosmos.  Then I desire something more.  I want a cherry on top.  There appears at that moment a cherry on the top of the Giraffe’s head so high up its neck, I can’t reach it.  I effort and try to crawl up his neck, but at full gallop with my hands holding on to hat and reins, I still can’t reach it. 

Then I command the entire universe and say, “Stop!”  Just for fun, the universe plays along and everything freezes in time and space, everything except me of course.   I breathe in deeply and then breathe out.  The out breathe causes the cherry to begin rolling down the giraffe’s neck in slow motion.  It stops about half way down.  I breathe again and this time the cherry pops right into my mouth.  Perfect! 

Now we begin gently descending, down, down, until we land on a planet, right in the middle of the water.  I wonder if the Giraffe can swim, and yes, it can.  Then the cherry expands into a large pink bubble of a house on the water into which I enter and rest.  I rest for 3 hours, 3 days and/or 3 years, it’s hard to tell.  When I look down in my right hand, I find a star.  I place it in my heart and it shines out across the water creating a lighted path for others to find their way.

Reflections and afterthoughts: Do I hold too tightly to the reins – trying to control the outcome or is my soul responsibly causing its direction?  Do I hold my hat to “look good” or because I enjoy the ride more when beauty and self-expression are present?  Did you know that Giraffe’s have the largest hearts of all mammals on earth?  It is time for rest, in my ocean bubble – a place of feminine receptivity and heart centered connection. - Heather Reynolds