A brush with the faery realm
Teetering between worlds
There are times when other worlds seem very close, very real.
At dusk and dawn, when the light plays with vision.
After meditation, when the mind and senses are charged and everything crackles with (im)possibilities.
At the edges, boundaries.
And in some special places.
There's a spot on one of our regular walks that I call “the faery glade”. Light dapples through tall trees. It’s bounded by a still, slightly forbidding pond, a crumbling bank and a narrow footpath. There's a sunken area that's filled with low ivy and Lords & Ladies, and a particular haziness in the light.
It feels different as you step onto that section of footpath, past the oxeye daisies and knapweed, heading under the tall trees.
I always state our intention aloud, and ask for safe passage. Faeries are capricious, and I want the dogs to pass safely, without mischief.
Apart from the pond, which can feel sullen and resentful, it’s a joyful place. The light suits them. Just beyond sight they dance; a flash, a golden haze, a spark.
Today, inspired by
and her recent writing Journeying with the Holy Thorn, days 2&3 (link at end), I offered a song. A chant I love, which makes me feel that I'm part of the weaving of everything.I am light, I am life.
I am light, I am life.
I reach down into the earth.
I reach up into the universe.
The rhythm and the cadence matched the path's contours perfectly.
And as the song came to its close, we stepped onto the road, out of our dance with the borders of their world and into our own.