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Gayan Sylvie Winter
The Wisdom of Elves and Fairies

I was lucky to grow up in the Alps mountains and so the woods became my home. There I met nature spirits and was permitted to move freely in their world. I spent many hours at the shores of a little brook behind our house. Many beings used to play at this brook. I used to lie in the moss and feel like one of them. Some of these beings had a figure of light and were completely transparent. Others had a kind of a denser “clothing” and looked almost human. Then there were others I never saw because they loved to hide in the thick grass lining the brook. But I often heard them when they sang with the wind sweeping through the woods. Their voices became one with the buzzing of the bees and the chirping of the birds.

  Those were the days of wonder …

  But this word wouldn’t have made sense to me at the time. Life itself was wonder and I was part of its magic. I was a part of this miracle. I played “catch” with the sunrays. I knew every stone and every flower and was happiest in nature. I picked fir-cones and mushrooms and took them home in a basket. Pucki, the Terrier, was my only companion who was allowed to enter into this world of magic with me.

     Even today I still remember these wonderful, careless days. There was nothing but the present moment, and it was wonderful and endless. There was no yesterday and no tomorrow, just a marvellous here and now. Here and now the elves and fairies were my playmates and part of my life. Life in the woods seemed so much more exciting and vivid than life in the house. In the woods I was free. In the woods a thousand adventures were waiting for me, yet another new and undiscovered place to be explored every day. In the mysterious caves and the light-flooded meadows and clearings of the woods elves and fairies were dancing. In such moments I was perfectly happy.

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