As a child I was raised on nursery rhymes, fairy tales, and stories of saints. This gave me a sense of belief in the realm of the magical and mystical. I firmly believed that the veil which separated the visible from the invisible was very thin and could be transcended by mortal souls on rare occasions. This gave me a love for nooks and crannies; those places which seemed to whisper secrets and be possessed of magic. I have never outgrown that belief and love of magic places so imagine my delight when I came across just such a magical place in this my new village. Oh the joy and delight in knowing that each day I can transport myself to a world of mystical wonder just by setting out down this path:
In this magical land, time stand still and I listen to the symphony that nature provides for me through the instruments of various wild life accompanied by the stringed section of the wind in the trees. I descend into a verdant wonderland.
As I step out the world is much brighter than when I began my journey on this path and my eyes need time to adjust.
Eventually my walk must come to an end and I must go back about the business of daily living. However, I return to my business of business just a little different. I know that I carry a sprinkling of fairy dust, a slight coating of that substance that makes the world appear brighter and the heart sing with joy.