Forest Magic

I’m drinking tea, at a cafe in the city, warm chai tea with chocolate, until I’m warm again, after sitting in the park, in the white sun and cold. But there were flowers, white ones, blue ones, and a great seagull on top of a black statue, pigeons looking for treasures beneath my bench. 

I tried to find words there, but they eluded me and still don’t want to come, only glimpses here and there, traces of something. I wonder what I can do to make them come, but when I ask all I get is love and trust, so I try to listen and drink my chai, look out the window. I search for beauty on the internet, words of others, pictures that touch me, rose and wind and pearls. And then back to my own words, which scare me, so I look away. It feels like I’m dancing around the edges of something, slowly circling closer to a place where I can write. It’s almost always like this. 

A touch of magic

The other day I saw a squirrel, as I was sitting in the forest. It scurried up very close to me, this tiny red thing with a white belly, and I sat like a statue, afraid to move, to do anything that might scare her away. I’ve never seen one so close before, because they’re usually shy, hiding in their trees. Not like the ones in California, which were big and gray and everywhere. 

The last place we stayed was in a beautiful, old victorian building. It wasn’t as fancy as it sounds, though, but I still loved it. It was a bit worn down, that grand old thing, a white building that just rocked slowly when there was an earthquake. We lived on the second floor, and I when I first saw it I prayed that we would get to rent it because it had a wide windowsill to sit in, the kind I’ve dreamed of since I was a child. One of those you could sleep on if you wanted to, and look at the stars, dream away. 

The apartment also had a closed up fireplace, and I placed flowers on top of it, and sat on my windowsill, looking down through the branches of a large tree, down to the street below. 

A squirrel lived there, among the leaves, and it talked a lot, seemed to have a lot to say, chattered at nothing in particular. 

This tiny red one did the same, scurried up the tree behind me, and talked as it did, so I left, feeling perhaps I was upsetting it. Still, there was a bit of magic in the encounter. 

What is the most magical creature you’ve met in the wild? Or would love to meet? 

6 Comments on Forest Magic

  1. sarah
    April 14, 2016 at 7:28 pm (3 years ago)

    So much magic in the wild, its hard to say. Dolphins, owls, sparrows … I love this post, its so beautifully written.
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    • Anne Linn
      April 15, 2016 at 7:39 am (3 years ago)

      I wonder, do you see dolphins frequently? I’ve seen them once in the ocean, and I wish I could remember it more clearly. They seem very magical.

  2. Laura
    April 15, 2016 at 7:11 am (3 years ago)

    Even when you don’t feel like the words come, opening your heart to that moment and writing it down is still always lovely to read 🙂 and there they are, the words!

    It is interesting to me because I feel like my words are stuck and hiding deep inside beyond an emptiness that I create to put distance between myself and the pain, and when the pain comes too close, I need to create the distance again, stop looking, become separate from myself, but from life at the same time too. But the words are beneath the pain, or within it, so I actually never reach them. Sometimes I forget this and notice the emptiness and become a little afraid, wondering what is this empty space in me and why I can’t feel anything. It’s kind of funny when I think about it this way 🙂

    It is fascinating to read about your life in California, and living in that Victorian building, and I can very much imagine you sitting on that big windowsill 🙂 I had only known the small shy red squirrels from my childhood, that you only ever might catch glimpses of playing and racing up a tree, until I went to London, where I saw the big grey ones living in parks and being quite tame, even eating from people’s hands.

    I think birds are the most magical creatures for me (I haven’t seen much other wildlife, so any animal is charming). You know how in old myths they were considered to be messengers between man and the gods (at least in Scandinavia). There is something otherworldly about them. Oh and I saw fireflies for the first time last year and I have to say they were very very magical.

    • Anne Linn
      April 15, 2016 at 7:45 am (3 years ago)

      I love reading about your journey Laura. And I think you’re right, that the words are in the pain somehow.

      I also love birds, and what you said, them being messengers of the gods. Maybe they’re very connected to the other side.

      I also remember the first time I saw fireflies, when visiting my husbands home state, New Jersey. I was just like oooh, fireflies, and couldn’t get enough of them. He hadn’t realized I’d never seen them before.

  3. Shannon
    April 19, 2016 at 8:55 pm (3 years ago)

    Hi Anne Linn, thanks for this post. I wanted to answer your question because I had a most wonderful experience connecting with a wild creature just yesterday. It was with a mother fox and her baby. She, the mother, was so beautiful, long and tall with sharp edges and bright orange and white coloring. She looked like a wild queen, proud, standing like a statue in the tall grasses behind the building I work in. I saw here as I was going for a walk around the building. As she and I looked at each other silently, her little one (who I had not seen before) popped his head up and peeked at me so curiously, I was quite shocked to see him and very excited! He didn’t have the stoic presence of his mother…he was innocent and genuinely interested, cocking his head back and forth, blinking his eyes at me, and seemingly wondering, “who is that being standing there looking at me, what is she here for, where did she come from…” etc. His eyes were so clear and new, and his presence was just full of love and openness. After looking for a while, I moved on, but I thought about him (and his mother) all day. It is encounters with these beautiful creatures of nature that can remind us of the power and beauty of the consciousness we all share. I wish everyone would respect those wild beings. I think they have many things to teach us. And the innocence of the baby, with his true nature shining through, was very powerful and touched my heart like a little flame. So that’s what I wanted to share…your story was beautiful and I always love your words — thank you! xoxox

    • Anne Linn
      April 20, 2016 at 8:32 am (3 years ago)

      Oooh, that’s so beautiful Shannon, thanks for sharing! I’ve never seen a fox and her cub before. I have seen a fox now and then, running across the road, but haven’t been able to look at one up close. I love foxes, and think they’re beautiful, and clever, magical creatures of the forest. I feel they have something to teach us, all these different animals. When I meet one, I want to be more aware, more in tune with nature.


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