This weekend was quite amazing to put it mildly. I’ll get into more of that later in another post.
I just wanted to write down an interaction that happened, that has had me just feeling quite happy.
During one of the Seelie Court shows Sunday I was standing at the top of the hill at fountainside stage selling CD’s and trying to draw in more patrons. I noticed off in the distance, just about to pass the Italian ice booth, a family walking along. The father had one of his young sons clad in a bright yellow t-shirt, riding on top of his shoulders. The boy had one arm extended pointing off to various sights of interest. Suddenly I decided to mimic them and see if they would come up for the show. I stood at the top of the hill, stretched to my full height and then pointed my arm outward towards the boy. The mother noticed me first, pointed at me and said to the boy, “look!!!” (times like this my overly sensitive hearing comes in handy) The boy turned, saw me pointing at him, and then immediately turned his “pointer” towards me with a grin on his face. I then made a 90 degree turn and began walking towards the show in an exaggerated toy soldier fashion. I heard a laugh again from the mother, and a grin appeared on the fathers face. The boy then turned his arm the same direction and proceeded to lead his family up the hill to the show. Once they arrived I greeted them with a silent smile, a goofy wave, and a broad gesture towards the music. The two boys had already picked up on the music and seemed to be peacefully enjoying it. Seeing this the parents sat down on the ground with their kids in front of them and sat for the whole show. Towards the end of the show the boy in yellow began playing with a Chinese yo-yo and slinging it towards me… I grinned, and waved at them a few times, and had the gestures returned by grins, waves, and the occasional burying of a head in a parents shoulder. The mother started to become a little concerned about the yo-yo for fear the boy might actually hit me with it. I just smiled and rattled my head. (I’ve got a shakey-eggy-thing in my hat for just such purposes) To lighten her fears I presented both boys with “magic stones” and explained they were to help remember their day. (It really is bizzare how the stones always seem to come out of my pouch matching something about the child perfectly. ) They clutched their stones tightly, their eyes beaming absolute joy, each child in possession of a treasure most precious to them and then they left.
Some time later I ran across the same family. The boys were being entertained by Jane the Phoole as their parents looked on. Their mother turned, as she noticed me walk by, came over to me and said, “I just want to thank you SO MUCH for being so kind and generous to them!” It’s times like this I really wish I had something profound to say… but all I could muster was a smile and a simple, “You are most welcome m’lady, please do enjoy the rest of your festival day”. With that I made a quick bow and continued on my way.
Those moments, when things just slip into place, just make you feel good to be alive.