Wednesday, 24 July 2013


It was Wednesday, hiking day in the Westflorded Forest. I had been making this ritual for a long time now.

It put me in good humour and my body response, beside the natural tiredness, was a well-being that justified the effort.

After an hour of walking I found myself approaching the middle of the wood where there was a clearing. I felt its proximity because there was a quickly reduction of shadows and dampness in the air.

A few seconds before reaching the clearing I was surprised by the bright light that seemed to flow from the place.

As I walked past the last trees into the open space, I saw a beautiful being kneeling near a big bush, there was a vital light flowing from the strong body, and in that moment the luminous head turned towards me.

I cannot describe the beauty of that face, the eyes were so amazingly clear, and the way they looked at me showed a kind of solid sight, not the intangible way we human have, but a three dimensional embrace I cannot explain.

Then the figure smiled, and all things around seemed to explode in light and in a second there was a soft breeze that dissolved the vision into the common big bush.

In awe, I approached the shrub and to my amazement I see that the object of interest of the apparition was a little wren struggling to fly, but not making it because one of its wings was broken.

I took the bird, and carried it to town, where I left it in the Vet's office, with the promise to get it back when it has its wing healed.

Some weeks later I went to get the bird back and found it totally recovered, but confined in a small cage where it could not fly too much.

I took the cage and went to the clearing again, and setting it on the ground near the big bush, I opened the cage door, but the little wren was cowing in a corner of the prison.

I stood up and went back some paces, always looking at the bird.

When it saw I was far enough, it jumped to the gate and looking both sides leapt up and flew to a bough of a nearby tree.

I am not sure, but I think I could see a faint figure around the little wren as if embracing it, and smiling towards me. A great well-being filled me, and while the little wren flew away, it chirped as if saying:

See you later...

See you later...

The music are Celtic Forest songs "Guardians of the Woods followed by Spirit of the Wild".

© 2013 Od Liam.


  1. Wow! This is so beautiful and words aren't enough for me to say how much I love the story. Apart from that you deserve a thumb up for your good deed in bringing the wren to the vet. It's mystical to see some light that lifts the wren to fly again. How lucky to be able to witness it. Loved the story!

    Thanks, Od, for sharing. :)

    1. You are a special gem, BB

      I always end liking my writings after reading you.

      When I just post them I feel like it is close to valueless, if not completely valueless.

      After reading your comments I guess I can write better and must give it a try!

      Thank you so much!

      It is not a minor deed to consider my plain tales as beautiful!

  2. A forest guarding spirit taking care of that little bird. With just a glance, it saw your tender heart and knew you were the right creature to help that other fragile being. What a beautiful tale, Liam! :)

    1. Isn't the celt lore a marvelous knitting of beautiful things?

      I am in love with the forest, its trees and the mystery they keep from us until entropy delivers its secrets!!

      Thank you, Pris!!