Dreemits World: The Invisible House and the Illuminating Magic of the Sun

Next to my parent's home is a patch of woods, and inside the woods is a clearing where a house once stood. It was in fact the first house built on the street (my parent's being the second) in the late 1800's.

When I was a child the clearing was a giant hole where a basement had been, with pieces of crumbling foundation bordering it, that had become the neigborhood junk yard. Everything from old mattresses to old appliances were in that hole, and we kids were constantly being warned to stay away from it lest we step on rusty nails or cut ourselves on glass. Of course we heeded that warning as well as most kids (which is to say not very. In fact the mattresses served as trampolines and a fridge was a favorite hiding place)

The hole has since been filled in, and now you'd never know there had been one.

As I began snapping pictures, the sun filtering through the trees was absolutely enchanting and it brought to mind a vivid memory of "The Invisible House."

Once upon a time I spent most of my days in the world of my imagination.

Err, I might want to start that again

I spend most of my days in the world of my imagination, but once upon a time that world consisted of invisible houses and enchanted forests where fairies and gnomes played hide and seek in the trees.

And the trees were alive in the truest sense of the word, protecting these magical creatures.

And some of the trees were secret portals. If you had eyes to see then the way to open them would be shown to you.

Often this 'way' would be illuminated by the sun. If you looked at just the right moment, with your heart before your eyes, the opening would be revealed to you by way of a sign (a pinpoint of light on a tree)

And if you were a really gifted seeker, you would find more than one, and follow these to other worlds filled with adventure.

Worlds where magic was possible...anything was possible.

While I stared at the leaves in this picture so many memories came pouring in. Ten year old me would have been convinced I had caught fairies on film. Evidence of that invisible world. (This me is not so sure that ten year old me would be wrong)

As we grow older we stop believing that magic and fairies exist, that trees are consciously alive or that there are such things as invisible houses.

But every once in awhile we catch something in the corner of our eye. And while we may ultimately dismiss it, for a moment the possibility exists once more.

These stone steps are the only surviving part of that old house. I vividly recall sitting on them with my cousins, pretending that they led to an invisible world, one that only the 'gifted' could see. In our minds the house still stood, and in some ways we were entirely right about that world since I still have an image of what it looked like inside and out.

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