After 16 hours of travel,
I am so happy to be in the loving arms of this mystical land...
We arrived, weary.
But an elusive Welsh Sun was bright,
The old magicks called,
and we rushed to answer.
The river sparkling with faerie dust,
that carried songs,
To the ancient oaks,
wise and twisted,
to land on the meadow,
and say hello to The Littlest Hedgehog,
who softly told his tale,
we came upon a curious
and breathtaking sight:
protruding from a most astounding tree.
"Come closer," they said.
Slowly making our way around the tree,
a cave thicket of sinewy branches made themselves known.
Inside was a world of magick.
I was in the most exquisite womb,
being nourished at the deepest soul level...
For how long, I cannot say.
Until I looked up,
to see a doorway,
through which I crawled.
And awaiting me on the other side,
the full mystery of the Tree revealed itself:
So many, I couldn't count them all.
They emerged as branches,
whispering to me
in a foreign tongue I somehow recognized,
sharing ancient wisdom...
My eyes were wet with joy,
and I couldn't stop smiling,
I wrapped my arms around the neck of the Elder,
lay my head upon his,
and promised to return.
I brought my grandmother's tiny ruby ring with me, intending to leave it in the wild,
but the moment came and her ring had disappeared.
Strange, as it had popped up in front of me before I left so many times,
asking to be brought along.
Perhaps she wishes to stay with me a while longer.
But her totem was a Butterfly.
And as we left the sacred tree,
People came from all over the world to write down their wishes,
placing them inside him,
to be released on the last night,
as the Green Man burned.
I whispered mine to him.
He has a good ear.
I'll never forget those moments in the forest,
especially those in the dark hours before dawn
wandering down the stone path,
with only the light of a waning Moon
and the sound of the water
to guide us,
and the love in our hearts,
alive and listening
to the wisest of spirits...
It's time for some Welsh Cakes, no?
Fi cariead i chi!