Here is the place... Deep in the woods by the banks of a moorland stream. It's quiet here away from roads and pylons, people and stresses. The picture shows tall slender beech trees standing with the elegant grace and presence of Forest Elves. These trees are so beautiful, ethereal and alive I could swear, when my back was turned, they moved a little closer to the water...
Behind me, out of shot, the incline rises fast and steep as legions of old oaks lean into the hill. Mosses and sorrel dot the forest floor, and everywhere magical fungi pop up in fascination, like little alien beings dropped from some invisible mother ship, to land... wherever they do.
I lay on the soft leafy woodland floor and sang my love to the Earth. It wasn't much of a song, more of a hum really, but as my voice will crack if I think anyone can hear me, it was good to be free in this lonely place to send my blessings in such a way. The response is always there... if you allow it. Love is always returned with more Love. I sat with my back against soft green mosses, growing in perfect harmony with the solid, sturdy trunk of an old beech tree. I closed my eyes and tilted my head against this living gentleness. I breathed...
The tree told me things. Wonderful things! Old stories, Truth, and how there is great Love for me in this place. My guide Chief Falling Rain came and sat beside me, his gnarled hands resting on his knees, his weathered face watching the GreenWood with respect and unconditional Love. I saw his moccasins scuff at the leaves and the feathers on his headdress catch at the wind. I felt the presence of a loving force, so old, so eternal and timeless, I believed nothing we could ever do in our unconscious madness could destroy it. The water ran past my feet, and time stood still.
I grew cold, and the wind nudged my half-sleeping mind and I found I had to move. My guide was gone and so was the communion with the tree. I looked about, and the woods looked back. Enough. Time to go.
Up the hill and back to the car, and the road, and others' thoughts, beliefs and judgments.
Who believes such flights of fancy? Who believes in things unseen and unheard? Who believes there are forces at work, so powerful we cannot even begin to imagine the influence they have in our lives?
Who believes in the ONE force that is eternal and is the process by which all things exist? Who believes in Love?
In the middle of the GreenWood... I do.