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Last night I climbed into bed looking forward to a peaceful night of sleep and dreams. I laid my head upon the soft, cool pillow, closed my eyes…’Whooooosh….Whoooooosh….WHOOOOOSH’

I opened my eyes. ‘WHOOOSH!’ Something shot past inches above my head. I turned on the light.

A bat.
Aaarghh and double aaarghhh!

I like bats. We share a house. But when they fly down the chimneys (often), it’s not so good. Round and round and round the room they fly, at an unfeasible speed, sonar so sensitive that they skim past objects, leaving only millimetres to spare…including my head. There’s nothing I can do. If you’ve ever tried herding bats, you’ll understand…

So…back to bed. Eyes closed. Trying to ignore the ‘WHOOOSH….WHOOOSH…’

I wake again. ‘Drip…Drip…DRIP…DRIP DRIP DRIP…*rain noise*’ It’s raining…in my bedroom.

I am prepared. When it rains outside, it rains inside somewhere in my house. So I have buckets, towels and umbrellas at the ready.

The logical and practical person now says ‘mend your roof’. Yes. Fair comment. But, there is a factor that you haven’t taken into consideration. Mother Nature… (read on…)

So, rain catchers in place, I return to bed.

‘Woo..wooowooo…wooowooowooo’. I wake. ‘Woowoowoo’ An owl. I close my eyes again. Living in a forest, I get treated to the Wagnerian owl chorus from Tristan and Isowlda most nights.

‘Aaaaieeeee….AAAAIIIIIEEEAAAAIIIII…SCREECH’…I wake. The barn owls have arrived and it sounds as though someone is being hideously murdered outside my window…and then remurdered 30 seconds later…

Back to sleep….and into my dream comes creeping ‘scrabble, scratch, scrat-scrat-scrat…eeek….eeek…SQEEEeeeek’…I wake. Sigh.

I share my house with mice, rats, dormice, bats, owls, stone martens, spiders, swallows, sparrows, house martens, occasional snakes, frogs, toads…and monsters with hob-nailed boots that stamp on the ceiling above my bed at night. I’m happy to share. It’s no more my house than theirs.
BUT… it’s because of them that it rains indoors. Every time I repair my roof, within a week they are rebreaking it. They like the holes. They act as doors and let in the water to fill their drinking troughs and baths.

If I don’t like it, I suppose I can move out into the barn. There’s nice warm hay there to sleep on after all…….. :-/

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What do you think of when you hear the word magic? Spells, wands, potions, Harry Potter? Something worked by witches in secret rites, or that exists only in stories? Nothing to do with your own day to day life…
Really?

In my last post, I wrote of enchanted places; places where the line between the worlds of men and spirits is blurred and where the air shimmers with magic…Not a remote, dusty textbook magic, or a sparkly, frothy Disney magic, and not on-line magic-school magic! It’s not a magic that you ‘learn’. It’s a magic you already know…the most powerful magic there is…The magic of Gaia, Mother Earth.

Living in a forest, wrapped in the cloak of Nature, the magic infuses everything. You join in the dance of creation and destruction, death and rebirth, ride the ever turning wheel from Spring to Summer, Summer to Autumn, Autumn to Winter and back again to Spring.

Autumn… « The forest is aquiver with a wild, raw energy; the air heavy with the scent of over-ripe blackberries, early leaf mulch and the deep, potent tang of mushrooms. My goats are capering in the orchard with reckless abandon, drunk on fermenting cider apples…And the deer rut is about to begin. »

Winter…  « One of those jewel bright, sparkling days of winter, when the world emerges into the morning light in high definition; The sort of day where the air seems so extraordinarily pure and clear, that when you take a deep breath and fill your lungs, you feel as high as a kite! »

Spring… « Tiny wisps of cloud drifting dreamily in a sky of forget-me-not blue…Hawks wheeling over the hay meadow… The scent of lilac, honeysuckle and freshly cut grass…Shards of spring green light dappling the forest floor…Wood anemones, celandine and campion…a chorus of joyous mistle thrushes, golden orioles and wood pigeons… »

Summer… « A steamy, sultry 34° in the shade. The birds and crickets are singing sybaritic barcaroles, butterflies come with velvety kisses to drink from my skin, and the scent of roses hangs languidly in the air. » 

 

Stop awhile and listen to Nature, listen to her heart beating, her voice in the wind and in the songs of the birds…

 

The beauty of our Earth transcends words. Just trying to get my head around a fraction of it, I feel utterly overwhelmed…And then I look up at the sky, the stars and imagine the infinity of beauty in the Universe. Magic… The greatest magic of all. 

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