Most Blessed Place Right Now

Faeries are tittering among the bluebells, asters and sunflowers. I do not have to hear them to sense their giggles and feel their joy. The fey love meadows like this, she is being blessed by sun today. I feel eyes on me; brownies? Elves? The grasses are long. Living beings are discreetly watching; wondering at my motive. This is a virginal meadow, people have not been here for a while. I slow down my pace and sit, breathing in the beauty of today. There is a magical, mystical, ethereal feeling here. I watch tiny bugs, grasshoppers, ants, and a lady bug. She delights me the most, giving my imagination a little song. I sing the ditty to her, and I laugh, feeling God in this place. Surely it is the most blessed place in the world right this second. A violet and a patch of clover take my attention toward the woods. Is that a tiny door at the base of the giant oak? I have to take a closer look….