When Cassie came out the back door, Patrik was waiting for her sitting on his hind legs with tail curled up around his back. The longer fur around his neck rose and encircled him like a huge collar. “Patrik, you’re so happy to see me!” Cassie yelled out running toward him. “Nanny Phe, can Patrik come in the potting shed?” she asked as they crossed the yard.
Of course, dear, he’s welcome to come in. He won’t bark, will he? Or run around and knock things over, right?”
Patrik followed Cassie running in circles around her. “Be careful, Patrik. You don’t want to trip Nanny Phe,” Cassie directed him. “No, he says he’ll be good. He’s wagging his tail.”
“All right then.” Phe smiled. “There’s nothing better than a dog with a wagging tail. You can tell him I said he’s a good dog.”
“He can hear you, Nanny Phe. He’s still wagging his tail. He likes you too.”
Nanny Phe opened the latch on the metal gate explaining again to Cassie how the spade and trowel worked together.
“I can remember,” Cassie said as they walked into the overgrown garden. “Patrik will always be with me too. He can help me. Come on, boy.”
Phe bent down outside the potting shed door and waited as Cassie removed her shoes and socks. “You want to go barefoot?” she asked.
“Yes, so I can feel the earth’s sounds.”
Phe started pulling weeds beside the stone steps that were growing up the door frame. “Cassie, come look at these wonderful ornaments I found!”
Cassie came back from around the side of the shed where she and Patrik had walked off to explore whatever Patrik was smelling. “You have a cute nose, Patrik. It wiggles!”
“Look at these, Cassie.” Nanny Phe pointed to the statues on either side of the doorway. “I think they’re little elves or gnomes. They’re very old.”
“What are gnomes?” Cassie asked reaching out to touch them and noticing they were each holding something in their hands.
“Gnomes and elves inhabit hollow trees and bring magic to gardens. They are very powerful. They must have blessed this garden at one time or another. Look, this one has an orb in his hand and that one has a flower.”
“Did you make them, Nanny Phe?” Cassie asked knowing her grandmother had taught art for many years and was a pottery maker.
“No, dear. I wish I could have. These are exceptional. I’ll have to look them up. I’m very impressed, Cassie. Whoever built this little house and carved these statues was very interested in gardening and knew folklore too I think. But this area hasn’t been tended to in a long time.”
“Patrik, what are you sniffing?” Cassie asked.
“Dogs do that,” Phe replied as they entered the shed. “Cassie, I think if we can start by just sweeping in here and getting the cobwebs out, we’ll have done a good day’s work. Let me see if I can open these windows. Fresh air would be good.”
Cassie watched as Nanny Phe tried to open the windows but wasn’t able to, as repeatedly, the two front doors continued to swing shut and close them in. Phe took one of the chairs from the table and placed it on the threshold to block the doors. “That’ll work for now. Cassie, we can open the back door. That’ll get some air moving through.”
“Do you want to go out, Patrik?” Cassie asked when she saw him scratching at the door.
“You have to admit, Cassie, this is an interesting door. Look at the design and how it’s secured. Are those leaves with
bumps on the handle?”
“They’re little people,” Cassie said, “with wings.”
“Fairies?” questioned Phe. “I need to wear my glasses more. Okay, here we go, Cassie, up and over.” Phe lifted the rod from the bracket on the wall and let it hang down. Whooosh! The back door swung open with force hitting the wall and knocking over the other chair at the table. Cassie closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
“My goodness! What a gust of wind that was!” Nanny Phe laughed. “I hope it blew some dust out along with it.”
“Patrik, wait for me!” Cassie exclaimed as he dashed through the little doorway and out into the woods. “Can I go down there, Nanny Phe? Down to the tree with Patrik? Pleaseeeeee?”
Nanny Phe bent down and looked out the little door; she saw stone steps leading into the woods. “Yes dear, but not too far. And make sure you can always see the door.”
Cassie started down the stone steps and stopped to stare into the clearing and the woods beyond. Patrik ran down the steps in front of her barking at her to follow. As she walked farther down toward the woods, she glanced back periodically to see if she could still see the little door. “Patrik, wait for me!” Cassie called out. “Wait for me!”
At the bottom of the steps stood a massive oak tree in the center of a large circle that was outlined by stone boulders. Tree roots were coming out of the ground up to the trunk, parting in the middle, and making a cavelike entrance. Cassie stood enchanted at the sight as Patrik ran around the tree barking. The fur around his neck rose. She watched it create a handle of sorts between his shoulders. Patrik barked at her to come forward. Cassie heard him say, Tree of light, worlds unite!
“Cassie, why did you come all the way down here?” Nanny Phe gently scolded her as she came down the steps. “You can’t see the door from here.”
“I followed Patrik,” Cassie said honestly. “He was running around the tree.”
Nanny Phe moved into the clearing. “This is a massive tree, Cassie. I’m surprised it’s still here, so old. Tell Patrik it’s time to come back up. We’ll finish up in the shed and go back to the house.”
“He’s not here anymore, Nanny Phe. He ran between the roots and into the cave. I didn’t get a chance to stop him!”
Cassie watched Nanny Phe walk closer to the tree and reach out as if to inspect it. “I really should have brought my glasses, Cassie.” She shook her head as she ran her hand over the bark and the parting where the roots lifted up and spread apart. “I don’t see an opening, Cassie. Did you see a cave?”
“It was there when Patrik was here.”
“Were you afraid, Cassie, when a cave opened up?”
“No, but I’m really sad because Patrik’s gone. He didn’t say goodbye to me!”
“No need to worry, honey. All is well and good in its own time,” Phe responded.
“I’m sure he’s fine, and he’ll be back.”
**A Special Blessing **
Behind the Open Door: The Book of Light
Each person, from their own perspective and life experiences make choices they believe are in their best interest. Now expand that thinking to the developing child and the child with special abilities.
In my book, Behind the Open Door: The Book of Light, an eight year old telepathic and highly gifted child tries to navigate a world she doesn’t understand while people around her attempt to make her mainstream. It is a story of discovery for the reader: children relating to knowing the truth they can’t explain and adults reflecting on their abilities to offer compassion and acceptance.
I offer a Blessing for your day~
A realization this morning when out for a walk as the bright sun created huge shadows of tree limbs laden with leaves across the road making it all appear dark. In order to have shadows there must be light. Shadows are merely reflections of the world and illusions at best.
Today I ask that we would all be blessed to see the Light behind the shadow images in our lives.
About Sally Gallot-Reeves
Sally Gallot-Reeves is a spiritual gardener planting seeds. She is the author of the https://SoulGardenPathway.com, where she pens daily blessings sent out to the world. Her first publication, “Between Shifts,” is a collection of vignettes in poetry, drawing inspiration from her years of nursing service to patients, families and clinicians. Gallot-Reeves holds a bachelor’s degree in Child Behavior and Psychology and an associate’s degree in Nursing from the University of Maine. She also has a master’s degree in Management from New England College and she is certified in Project Management, Change Management and Critical Care Nursing. Born in New England, she resides in New Hampshire where she continues her literary work and creates sanctuary space for all living things. To learn more, please visit :
Note from Natalie: On April 14th I had the honor of having a beautiful talk with Sally. Here is our chat:
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