It is absolutely magical. A mystical island in a world grown content with
television, traffic, and the stock market. Impossible that such a place as
this could exist anymore. Fairies live here, and elves, too. They must.
Where else would they go, or COULD they go? A feeling of utter serenity
washes my senses as I lean on the massive tree trunk and try to capture this
feeling and hold it, remember it. It's too massive for the senses, yet so
subtle it could have easily been missed and lost. A perfect moment worth a
lifetime of searching and a lifetime of remembering.
The sunshine is piercing through the haze, the rays plainly visible like a
giant benevolent hand holding the Earth is its grip. The very distant rumble
of the ocean belies the gentle breeze stirring the thistle seeds in lazy
circles above my head. The huge, cottony tufts dance in tremendous
circles, weaving fantastically about, sometimes hovering, other times
dashing towards some unseen goal. Moths flicker about as well, busy with their moth
duties. One lands on my chest, displaying more colors of the shade brown
than I had in any box of crayons I ever had growing up. Hummingbirds
display their aerial acrobatics in a blur of beak and wings, while a steady
"wup wup" of a woodpecker drones on off to the right. The panorama of the
mountains surrounding this flat floodplain turned farmland channel the sound
of the distant Pacific, filtering it down to a rumble almost below hearing
range, but still felt in a deeper, more primitive sense. The ocean breeze
has been tamed from a salty onshore roar to a soft curl of warm air, a
playground for butterflies and blue jays, thoughtfully watched over by the
faithful red tailed hawk.
There IS magic here. You can feel it in the soft, salt-tinged air, in the
gentle push of the sun, in the sounds of the birds in the trees and in the
creatures crawling in the grass at my feet, in the three-dimensional dance
of the thistles as far as my eyes can see. A patient, nurturing power; old,
old magic, the magic of life, the magic of cycles and wind and rain and
tides. A magic so intimate and personal, yet infused with a power beyond
imagination. This is life, this is the reason behind it all.
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