for five year olds. Easy. I tripped off to visit their gardens and lay down early one morning, before the gates opened to the punters.
Just me, manicured nature and a thousand latin placards.
I sat in the middle of 4 willow toadstools and gave thanks to mother earth for making this moment possible.
"For what I am about to receive may I be truly grateful"
I sank into the earth and the beauty of the place and I heard the hunger of the fairy kingdom.
"Up above"
a voice shimmered,
"their has come a time when people dare to walk past a tree without thanking it for the gift of life, what hope is their for us then , who hold the magical membrane of belief?"
It sighed and faded into a gust of wind.
Characters and stories, colours and songs followed. I was flooded with memories, dreams, possibilities and responsibilities.
It was dizzying, thrilling, intense and so, so, fast.
I woke up to the voices of the first of the visitors searing into my mind. It was deafening and disturbing. everything seemed intrusive and unbearable now that I had landed back into reality.
That was 3 days ago and I am still exhausted.
My note book is filled with talking worms and latinist butterflies.
Sometimes I worry about losing my mind, but then I read James and the Giant Peach.
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