I was sitting quietly under an oak tree, watching the shadows of hawks and planes dance across the field, when a lovely visitor stopped and looked me in the eye. I had never seen a deer so close before. She was completely unperturbed by my presence. The encounter felt momentous.
The following night, I dreamed of seeing my future self. I was lost, and she stepped out of a golden door to meet me. This vision brought me comfort, reassuring me that the woman I will become at the end of my life is watching over me, willing me into being.
Coincidentally, this is the same location the falcon, Ruby, visited whilst I was exploring the footsteps of my childhood in A Child's Rumour.
Below, my journey to the field, through the enchanting light.
Following on from this fortuitous encounter with the roe deer I created a book Journeys Through The Enchanting Light:
I am fortunate to live within an hour's walking distance from my workplace. This daily commute takes me through fields where foxes pounce over swaying wheat and Canada geese convene after the harvest. I trace old pathways along stretches of farmland, under tangled boughs, collecting my thoughts and capturing these scenes on my phone. I am often stopped in my tracks by thorns—a torn shirt sleeve—and occasionally catch sight of a fleeting roe deer.
Sometimes, I venture further afield to embrace the woods at Bookham Commons or the ruins of Walsingham Abbey. My spirit often reaches these places before my eyes do.
In the new world, uncontrolled industry permeates the air, while the old world remains under nature's spell, illuminated by the enchanting light.
