The full moon Wednesday night caused the doors of The Old Passageway to be shoved open wide. Beyond the doors lay a path that leads to the Wandering Woods. The Trees are calling. Do I listen to the Trees? Do I listen to the Children of the Woods (the Fae) whispering in the bushes? The Ogham or it's other name, Celtic Tree lettering, is marking a path ahead giving off a faint green glow. They fade away as I approach, only to see them magically re-appear further down the path.
As I came closer, the door slowly opens and I see a hunched-over old woman beckoning me inside. She smiles as I enter and offers me a cup of tea as she invites me to sit at her table.
I ask her if I drink her tea, will I end up in her oven? She smiles and replies "No". She tells me that she only called to me so that she may remind me of my mystical roots.
Starting back down the path, staring at the spoon still in my hand, I wondered what was all this about. The trees calling me, the reminder from the old lady, and now a spoon. So typical I am thinking. I hope for easier answers when what I get is more questions. Guess I will have to go back to Efem for the answers.