A Re-awakening

"There are many beliefs in the world but an experience supercedes a belief every time." Tina Martin

A tale of a warm afternoon on a mid summer's day. The warmth of the sun at midday was somehow transformative. The light was soft and golden. There was only one, albeit billowy, cloud in the western sky moving lazily just above the wooded tree line. I continued my walk through the green pasture, with my walking stick, and my trusted companion Daisy dog. Reaching the crest of the small hill, I looked at the faery tree that I had seen on many occasion before. My grandchildren and I called it the faery tree because of the unusualness of it. It looked to be white with the lichens crisscrossing its deeply etched trunk. Up at the tip top, there appeared to be a sprinkling of small oval shaped leaves that were rich emerald green. Cascading down the back of the faery tree and curling around the front was what appeared like a spring green mantle of ivy allowing, in my view, a look of a Forest Ent like on Lord of the Rings, to an already mysterious, magical tree.

As I reached the base of the faery tree, there was the familiar faery door and a hickory nut or two just inside. The canopy of the woods was alive with cardinals making their distinctive call and towhees on the floor of the forest foraging in the dead leaves with their scratching. Swooping through at an incredible speed was a Cooper's hawk navigating the woods in unbelievable precision. The forest became quiet with the hawk's arrival and I felt a breeze stir. The breeze came from the north and was slightly cool for this time of year. My eyes focused on the faery tree and I laid my walking stick on the fence and Daisy dog meandered on down the woods to the pond. I could see flashes of lights going into and out of the faery tree, as the stillness increased. These lights were, to me, like sparkles, but trailed with a long tail. Then, as if time had slowed, I saw coming towards me a white insect like creature. It was flying like the undulations of a stingray....and then....

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