Strange paths and eating utensils ...?

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 continue walking I see a light ahead illuminating from a window with a door next to it.  Nothing unusual except for they are on the trunk of an Ancient Oak Tree.

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.

Startled, I ask what mystical roots would that be?  Slowly she starts to speak, "Do you remember when you first started on this path and told me that the only way you would learn to sculpt was if I made it interesting?"  I nodded my head, thinking back that I thought I had been only talking to the voice in my head... or so I thought. ​

​"Did you not acknowledge that your four boys would be where you would start with your clay?"  Again I nodded my head, thinking it would have been nice too if I had said something about how long I was going to be spending on this particular path.

​"What logo did you decide to use for this path," the Old Woman asks?  I replied that I had been looking into the mystical meaning of the Celtic Trees.  "Correct", the Old Woman said, "and you drew a line for each of your sons standing on the foundation or line of your love for them."

​"Because each son is strong and tall in his own space, no one line was taller than the other nor leaned nor slanted.  They were to stand side by side, equal to each other.  With this logo, what tree did it represent?"

I reply, that it is a hazel wood.  The Old Woman smiles as she tells me that she so loves a twist in a tale.  "For is that not the name of your grandmother too?"  Yes, it was, I replied my grandmother's name was Hazel Woods.

As the Old Woman stands and starts to usher me out the front door, tea cup and spoon in my hand, she reminds me "You remember where you started from, now is the time to look ahead."  Before she closes the door, she takes the cup from my hand saying - "You will need to give this to Efem," leaving me the spoon.  ​

​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.