As I was packing up my stuff, getting ready to move on down the hill and into the mists I heard the slightest sound, soft, like a feather brushing my skin. It was Angaewen, rising up, or so it seemed, and her message?
Well, her message was this: “No more hiding. It is time to be seen. I shall be with you every step of the way whether you are aware of my presence or no, I will be there.”
She smiled, stepping away, leaving me to get on with gathering my belongings. I didn’t think about what she had said – I wasn’t sure what she meant. No doubt all will become clear soon enough.
Time to get moving. Walking down the hill felt very odd … as if I were ascending. I knew that wasn’t possible yet it seemed so. The vegetation too was getting more and more dense the further on I went, yet the path stayed completely clear – not even a rock or clod of earth to mar it. Although the physical sensations were strange I felt extremely calm, the more I progressed the calmer I felt. I could hear rustling in the undergrowth as on the way up, the sound of birds singing surrounded me – just like any other days walk in the green, except, except there was/is something – something, I don’t know what, something I can’t express, nothing wrong per se, just, something not quite right. Probably my nerves acting up again. I and this place seem to be full of contradictions.
Deep breathing now – I am approaching the bottom of the hill – the path leads me onwards. I follow. As I reach level ground again I look up. Bizarrely I can see the edge of the mist above me – way, way above me. It is not as if the mist starts gradually, there is an abrupt and clear-cut beginning.
I walk on. Almost imperceptibly the surroundings change. Yes, it is as verdant and yes, the birds are as much in evidence as before, yet it is different.