The world needs more child like wonder of the world.  Once we grow up and carry on with our ‘adult’ lives we become cold and calculated.
We forget the wonder we felt as a small child with a huge strange and magical world around us.

Remember when you would run around the woods on a summer’s day? the smell of the trees filling you with joy? the pinches of spooky-ness when the sun would hide behind the horizon.

Re-capture that I beg you all.
Read the old folk-stories, BELIEVE in them, because why not? Doesn’t it make things more wonderful and mysterious?

Here is a fun story.

“The Ent”

Place: In a town outside of a town centre (Devon, England)

I was sitting on my stairs on the telephone looking out of the hall window that looks across my front garden (no hedges), and onto the second main route into town. Time would be approximately 10.30 pm but visibility is good on the road as it is the secondary main route into the town centre.

The road was quiet as it is a seaside town and it was out of season. The road is well lit by streetlights. As I was talking on the telephone I watched a ‘tree-man’ walk slowly down the road. There were no hedges in my field of vision and I could clearly see any foliage that is across the road in the gardens opposite as ‘he’ walked past them.

This tree-man took so long (approximately up to two minutes) to pass I actually had time to mention it to my husband on the telephone and describe what I was seeing.

The figure was approximately seven-foot tall and slim. I could clearly see a trunk-like body from the waist up, branch-like arm. [It had a] haggard/wizened face. It seemed old, with short, stumpy branches coming from the top of the head and sides. [These top branches] were not like a true tree. They didn’t seem to taper down into twigs. A few leaves scattered on the body and arms.

it walked in a measured way, as though putting one foot down and then making effort to pull forward, arms swinging. The figure was slightly leaning forwards. It passed my field of vision and I stood up to look down the road, but next door’s hedge blocked my view. I did not feel it was threatening in any way, but it just seemed to be going about its business.

Here is another along the same root ha!

“Another Ent”

Place: Hampshire, England

It was a late Summer’s day in 2007. [I was with a friend] walking the dog.

We were in a clearing, when I spotted what looked like a tree rushing across fields towards us, and as it crossed the path before us into the next field, I could see there was a friendly, smiling face in the bark.

We both had the same experience and described it to each other the same way. It was about ten feet tall. The dog stopped and looked up at it too.

These are just tasters of the wonder of the strange world we find ourselves in.