i is a pixie

i is a pixie
by Kristin Ormiston
December 4, 2013


i is a pixie, i's sorry but its true.
i is a pixie, sure as yous be you.
they said me was a pixie, at brownies one day.
beside the mirror pond, on the floor in brentwood bay.

i is a pixie, i's crossed over when i's seven.
i's been a pixie since, though i's confused 'round 'leven.
when they said me was a pixie, i took them vows to heart.
from the spirit of the chant we learned, i never did depart.

us pixie folks are for fixin' things, and we's jolly when things go wrong.

which oft' happens to us pixies, our list o' trouble, it be long.
at first we have a great big cry, o'er misfortunes and ugly strife.
and then we gets our joy back, by fixin' 'what just ain't right'.

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we's got no reason to be happy, its not about things we've got.
because lots of us is poor, or in the worst of lots.
but we's jolly anyhows, like a rebel against the foe.
can't stop a pixie from dancing, ain't no matter what her woes.

she hears the music in the trees, she smells it in the ground.
the colours of the dying leaves, send her body twirling 'round.
the pixie's ma gets so afraid, she cuts off the daughter's hair.
but the pixie grows it back again, because she knows it wasn't fair.

you can't stop a pixie from dancing, or keep her close when she needs to go.
and she's a creature of the greatest vanity that you will ever, ever know.
at first you'll find her charming, you'll want to keep her for yourself.
but a pixie belongs to nobody, she's just a jolly fixer who loves to help.

if you want to meet a pixie, she'll be smiling in a pile of muck.
she'll be sorting out folks, one by one, and extra lovin' on the ones most stuck.
she'll be primpin' and preenin' like a right proud bird, ever looking to strut her stuff.
most'll forgive her for her swaggerin' ways, because they sees her heart, and its enough.

i is a pixie, i's sorry but its true.
i is a pixie, sure as yous be you.
they said me was a pixie, at brownies one day.
beside the mirror pond, on the floor in brentwood bay.


the end

Some background on pixies;

The Traditional Brownie Club Pixie Chant:

"Look out, we're the jolly Pixies, Helping people when in fixes"

Kristin's pixie testimony; " I was formally inducted into my pixie hood by the Brentwood Bay Brownie Club in 1976. Of course one is actually 'born a pixie' and some of us never even attended Brownies, because being a pixie is not about being a Brownie, being a pixie is having the inborn spirit of being a cheeky and joyful helper in this world. Most pixies don't "remember" that they are actually pixies until they mature into their truest life callings. That is not to invalidate my formal induction into my own pixie hood through Brownies, because it was the right path for me, but there are many paths to pixie hood, each of them as valid as the other. For me, due to my wonderful childhood experiences as a young pixie who attended Brownies, I would like to thank my Brentwood Bay Brown Owl for the encouragement to continue the good and jolly fixing activities, and for the inspirational craft making opportunities."

In regard to my recent "coming out" as a pixie photo shoot and costume, Special thank yous to Peter Blake , Tokyo photographer specializing in sports and live music performance photography for the adventurous forest photo shoot, and to Melanie Uematsu  Tokyo seamstress, instructor, and clothing designer for the inspiring costume. Your work is amazing, kudos to both of you! Thank you for making this incredibly vain pixie look so fantastic... 

Last weekend I was using the Genesis Cards created by Liane Wakabayashi to explore a very important question in my life. In response, out of the 44 face down cards, I subconsciously selected the Inspiration card. When I saw the inspiration card I cried, because it was such an accurate answer to my question. Later I was fascinated by how closely the art on the Inspiration card matched the above image of myself, a photo that gave me very mixed feelings when I looked at it from the shoot. When I first saw the photo, I did not want my eyes to be closed and I did not like how the lighting shows the scar on my face from the cancer removal surgery. In consideration of the matching card, I wondered if perhaps to reach our deepest creative inspiration, we need to surrender that control, that "eyes wide open" part of ourselves, as well as let the imperfections and scars that display the difficult places we have been in life be seen. And what if when we embrace what is, and what has been even if it isn't not what we had planned or hoped for, it leads us to the path to greatest inspiration of all? Those are some pixie thoughts.