This morning, while walking into the woods behind the ancient castle in my island village, I stumbled upon a fairy tree, a magical portal believed to connect our human realm with the enchanting world of elves and fairies.
It wasn't my first encounter with one of these fascinating little places of wonder in this forest, but this one amidst towering oak trees surpassed all others.
It was a chilly morning, and the woods, devoid of fellow wanderers in this grey and misty season, embraced a serene stillness. After the recent rains, the path was muddy, and the leaves rustled underfoot as I made my way through the towering oaks. I looked for deer, since I had recently seen some in this part of the woods, but didn't find any.
Instead, I found this fairy tree.
Decorated with the customary offerings of toys, trinkets, and several Dutch versions of garden gnomes, this fairy tree went beyond the ordinary. Hanging from its branches was a washing line delicately draped with miniature clothes tailored for the eccentric little residents of the fairy world. It felt like I discovered a secret world tucked away in the heart of the woods.
The tradition of leaving offerings at fairy trees traces back to ancient Celtic practices, predating the influence of Christianity. An age-old belief held that fairies, mischievous beings deeply connected to nature, would wreak havoc if humans failed to honor their territories.
Over time, this tradition transformed into a gesture of respect and a hopeful plea for good fortune, a sentiment that I share in these worrying times with the unknown gentle soul who likely lives in my village and takes care of our local fairies.
Our village friend of the fairies has likely heard of the legend that some ancient oak trees possess magical powers. They are said to be able to heal, ward off evil spirits, and bestow blessings upon their worshippers. Fairies use these oak trees as portals between the mortal world and the enchanting realm of fairies.
While I admired this mystical Lilliput world around a dark hole at the bottom of the tree, I wondered about the ancient Celtic practices where offerings of milk, wine, or bread were left in gratitude and exchanged for blessings or protection against malevolent spirits. Legend even suggests the brave could traverse the otherworld through these magical doors concealed within ancient oak trees.
In modern times, rumors of mysterious occurrences still abound near fairy tree locales. Tales of lights dancing above them in the night, unexplained noises emanating from their heart, abrupt weather changes in their proximity, and animals behaving mysteriously; true or not, they paint an enchanting storyline that continues to captivate the human imagination.
As a staunch believer in science, I'm usually the first to dismiss these tales as ancient nonsense. Still, as I returned to the village, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had visited a place of magic and mystery.
I realized this tree has a unique, or even magic, meaning for someone who walks these woods and cares for the fairies, a sentiment likely shared by others. I then thought that a bit of this magic experience may somehow transform me as well because I don't believe I will ever pass that tree again without feeling respect for this ancient oak that is, from now on, somehow different.
I won't betray science and claim that fairies and portals to their magical world do exist, so if you catch me next time in the woods, bending forward to look into the deep, dark opening between the roots of the ancient oak tree with its offerings and washing line, I assure you that my stop serves only science and that I'm not checking if the fairies are doing fine.
And if I leave some food or clothes as a gift for the fairies, it's also part of my scientific research; after all, I think science benefits from more knowledge about the food and fashion preferences of the fairies in our local forest.
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And one more photo, taken close to that tree:
I am beguiled!
By both your article and this magical find in the forest near your home.
I confess a weakness for magic and fantasy especially when it involves such childlike enchantment.
In these times when our world is inundated with tragedy, anguish, deep concerns from every possible source around us, it’s a beautiful escape to visit a world of innocence and wonder.
As one who finds magic in trees under any circumstance, this tree that fairies may have chosen to inhabit heightens the delicate appeal. And aren’t those little openings at the bottom of a tree fantastic? I love thinking how small animals have taken shelter there. And perhaps been welcomed by fairies.
I love this delightful tale and the photos that invite images to thrill the imagination.
I fully expect your next visit to this special places will include an offering to leave behind.
LUNA!! I think you walked into Luna's underworld 🤣
I think she send you to see her healing tree to meet the fairies. 🧚 🧚 🧚
After all, she is mysterious, can shapeshift and be puzzling . . . 😺
Thank you, Alexander!
I love this encounter (-: