Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - Sept. 1,
A place for fairies discovered in the morning
mist A heavy fog followed the storms of the night filling
the forest with thick, damp mystery. Fresh mushrooms of yellows, oranges and white
peeked from around rounded mounds of moss and leaf litter along our soggy path.
The morning sun made halos of light through the darkened, wet trees. It was early
before the heat had time to settle in. Moisture dripped from the canopy in rhythmic
sounds like primitive distant drumming. Dew hung precariously from thousands of webs
strung as if diamonds threaded on silk. Wildflowers abounded in soft pinks, pale
yellows and lavenders.
I quietly wondered aloud, Im certain fairies live here. My partner
whispered low, soft, Yes. The forest floor was covered with leafy vines
and fallen trees bejeweled with colorful lichen where immature seedlings had found
their landing here and there onto the soft decaying wood pulp. We listened carefully
for the songs of birds, the lyrical chiming-in of tree frogs and buzzing of early
rising cicadas, native music thats found only in deep, wild places like these
woods full of mystery.
My thoughts flowed in chain sentences, I never want to leave. What are the very
basics I would need to survive here, tent, cabin, teepee? Water could I
harvest enough for drinking? Could I bathe in the lake? What did they do
before me? Was it peaceful then or were wars fought over this peaceful place of
plenty? What is there to eat: frogs, fish, eggs, birds, berries, grapes, cattails,
bear, bobcat, deer, raccoon and squirrel?
Humans have created a world that provides us with all these basics and more but what
about peace of mind? I never want to leave, I thought again.
We walk here in a place that few know about and few will. Places of peaceful beauty
are becoming difficult to find. People find solace in elsewhere. We have
turned our faces toward man-made cathedrals and our backs on what the Creator gifted
us naturally. We listen to the church bells ring. We sing in choirs. We kneel at the
altar in prayer. We line our children up all dressed in finery like little ducks in
rows instructing them to listen quietly to sermons written by the hands of man but
when do we get up and meet the sunrise holding a childs hand?
When do we walk among trees and dragonflies? Who has seen the dew turn to diamonds?
What child has held a broken egg shell in her hand?
These are the gifts of life. These natural places are the Creators hand
holding us, rocking us, relying on us as guardians. Too many of these wild places are
simply mystery, of fairies and dream songs only read about in books and seen
in films of magicians. The question is: what is real and what is not?
You cant buy serenity, that must come from within. You cant build
sacred, it already is. What you touch is what you believe in. What you cant see
is a mystery. We accept a great deal of what others tell us is truth, but the
real test is to look into your own heart and soul and find that quiet place where
only honesty can survive and ask yourself, who am I? Where do I stand?
As the evening sun strikes your glassed up window, step outside and breathe the
night air. Let yourself flow into peaceful reality back to nature.
Karen can be reached at MyMuddyPawsStudio@gmail.com.