Monday, June 27, 2016

Adirondack Dryad




As soon as I sat down at the picnic table, I knew there was something wrong.  It had been two years since I’d been to this campground – still, I had camped at this particular site for several years before that.  I was familiar with the rocks, with the vines, with the trees… With the trees… Something was wrong with the trees.  I tracked around the perimeter of the site, checking each of the trees in turn.  As I moved to the trees near the fire ring, I realized the problem.  One of the trees had recently been cut down.  The heart wood was not sound.  And the Dryad was still connected to Her Tree. The tree had been declining for some time before it was cut.  It hadn’t been very long before we arrived, since the wood was still green and not at all dry. The Dryad had been unable to get away. She was a young one, the tree was not large nor old, and the dryad was just inexperienced.  I felt her sadness, her grief.  Being a mere human, I had no idea how to free her.  However – I have friends – not all of whom are human.  I sat down on the fire ring, centered and grounded, and called to a friend of mine who is of the Fair Folk.  She is actually Royalty – but I called to her because she is my friend and could help the dryad, not because she is Royalty.  I let her know what was wrong – and she came directly.

Many of my friends and relations wonder about me for being close with humans – especially with humans who are young, compared to my people – the Fae. Then, something like this happens and they acknowledge that having human friends, especially human friends who are Bards, is a good thing by turns. 

The Human Bard was clearly distraught. 

"What is it?” I asked her.

Instead of words, she sent me the picture of the failing young Dryad. There were others who could have gone, who could have helped the youngling. I was the one who was asked. I went immediately.

The place is beautiful – in the mountains the humans call the Adirondacks, with a lake close by.  The Bard is lame of body, but sound of mind and heart. Many of the Standing People there have connections to Fae Home. I have visited that location many a time, frequently to visit this Bard while she is awake and when she is asleep.  This is one of the places in Nature in the home of the Humans where the Veil is thin and Fae Home is closer than usual.

I hugged the Bard who is very connected to Nature in her world, and held my hand out to the fading Dryad.  “Come, Child of the Tree. It is time to return Home.”

"Why?”

“Because the physical manifestation of your Tree no longer stands tall here. I believe it stands tall in our Home. It needs you, as you need it.”

“How can that be?”

“When the worlds are placed close by, youngling, the Trees can exist in more than one at the same time.  The Tree here in the home of the Humans, was no longer sound.  The humans had no choice but to cut it down, for fear it would be blown down and hurt someone at that time. You were not prepared for that, where you?”

The Dryad hung her head and said “No.”

CHILDREN!!

I nodded and smiled. “Come with me, Child.  We will walk to the Tree as it lives in Our Homeland.  You will recover your health.”

I was very proud of the youngling.  She turned to the Bard and said “Thank you for caring for my Tree here.  Thank you for getting help for me.”

The Bard said “I am named for a tree in my World.  I am careful and caring of the Trees.  I also knew who to ask for help.” And then, my dear friend, the Bard, bowed to me.  “Thank you, Your Highness, for coming.”

“You are most kindly welcome, Taliesin’s Fosterkin.” I took the Dryad by the hand and walked through the veil to Fae Home.

Feeling a trifle tired, I sat back down at the picnic table.  My friends and my husband came back from fetching water.  I doubt they even knew that anything out of the ordinary had occurred.  My husband put out the sandwiches we had purchased for dinner, and asked if anyone wanted anything to drink.  I asked for water, then moved to the fire ring, where the fire was burning brightly.  I sat, waited for the rest to join me, and ate – knowing that I had done a Good Thing.


©Cedar Wolfsinger 26 June 2016

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