Where I 'Plug In'

Whenever I head out and make the relatively short journey to my hidden bower I feel a growing sense of excitement. The day eases away as i tread the secret paths and enter the undergrowth.the sun dapples through gaps in the leafy ceiling of the small wood and the air cools my skin.The rhythm is different here. A 'Clap ClAp clap' of a disturbed wood pigeon penetrates the air, the rustle of twigs and leaves as a mouse rushes away. It is approaching the solstice right now, so the trees are heavy with bright and fresh green leaves. I find it energising. Eventually I alight in the clearing. Each time I am relieved to find that it has not been discovered. The mud hut in the centre is still standing. I scoutabout, looking at the changes in the trees and bushes i have planted from seedlings...doubly excited as my 2 year old blackcurrant bush has 3 berries ripening on it...its first fruit ever! I pull up a few encroaching rosebay willowherb spears. The mass of rosebays are up to my shoulders now towards the North East of the circle heading towards the treeline in a large clump a few feet wide and deep. In a month this will be a sea of bright pink flowers, and later still, a mass of fluffy cotton like seeds...The ground in the cleared centre is hard, smooth, compacted from my numerous visits, i sometimes wonder what someones reaction would be if they stumbled upon this place! It emanates magic for sure! I settle on the dry ground, feel the evening air upon my face, and breathe deeply..this is my medicine...it is where i plug in, it gives colour to my eyes and skin, and the green energies suffuse my aura. Ahhh! the magic of nature:)