Fairy nuff

Someone said a most unusual and oddly lifting thing to me today.

I work with a very calm, very level woman who just so happens to be a member of a spiritual church.
Now I mention her calm, level nature first, because I cannot stress enough just how unkooky this lovely lady is.
She has been a manager within top organisations. She has run businesses in her own right. She tackles everything with a logical, methodical mind. And above all, nothing fazes her.

I have no definite beliefs, no God that I know is there, no sure sense that there is a puropse or a meaning to my life from a spiritual point of view.
I look for evidence, facts, logic, and yet like most people I guess I still live in hope of a spiritual meaning to it all. I suspect this is the truth for many, many people.

Anyway, back to my story........

She started by asking me if I have a love of fairies..............I have to say at this point, she had a look on her face that I took as not being sure if it was the right thing to do, like she thought I might think her as mad as a brush. It really is not her usual approach in any area of how we work together, be it business discussions or personal chats, and I could see she was somewhat apprehensive. She owes me nothing, and yet I felt a leap of faith.

I replied that I am indeed often drawn to pictures of fairies and the like (because they are usually delicate and intricate and beautifully illustrated, often with nature as a backdrop) but that I had no sense of belief in them or their ilk.

"Why?", I asked.

" Because do you know what I see when I look at you Katey?", she asked.

" I see little fairy type things, little lights dancing around above your head. They're there all the time. And you know, they love being with you. It's like they're feeding off your.................energy, your aura....... They're your little guides."

Coming from the person who said this, I find myself not wishing to dismiss her, despite the fact that my logic wants to do exactly that.
This is all completely aside from the fact that I cannot believe that something so charming and lovely in it's concept could be attributed to me.
I am so lifted by the fact that even if this is something in her own mind, she would offer such a description of what she sees when she looks at me. It has really touched me and I keep casting my eyes just above my head and having a little smile to myself.

I cannot help but get something lovely from it.

I'm always looking for the tangible and it is odd that I should feel this is something I will bear in mind as I go about my daily business.

I'll hold no grand stock in it, but I'll remind myself in times of ocassional personal crisis and frequent self doubt, that there is someone who sees something different.

Nice.