Magic exists all around us. Calling to us from every tree, snowflake, and sunbeam. To find it we must follow the pulls of our heart. We must answer when it calls to us. Children see magic because they look for it, they find it at the back of a wardrobe, in a forest and wherever they may find themselves. Never allow growing up to cover your eyes with a shield to that beauty.We must believe magic is still present in the world in order to see it. As our dear friend Reepicheep said 'We have nothing if not belief'. There is magic still in this world, it may not be Narnia, but there is still magic. And just because you don't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.
An invisible force draws me ever closer, the woods sing of realms distance and yet near. Snow drifts silently to the ground filling the world with their breathless touch. Ever so quietly magic whispers gently in my ear, telling me tales of fauns and lions. I can hear the bells on a sleigh and music floats along with the breeze.The world catches its breath as I venture into the forest, as uncertain as I as to what I might find. A world awaits.
I have found Narnia. For a very brief moment in time I was submerged in a world not of my own and I lived apart from everyone else. A white blanket fell over the world and the sky grew hazy from the snowflakes drifting down from the clouds. I could hear the trees calling to me, drawing me in with their tangled branches. There is something so magical about the way the world looks covered in snow. The way it shimmers under the overcast light, the way the icy wind brushes over my skin. There are moments when I find the meaning in a photo if I just turn away from the camera. I found myself running through the snowy field, my heart soaring above me. There were whispers coming from the woods, drawing me ever near as the branches reached towards the earth with the heaviness of snow. I slipped through the forest line and found myself in another world. The murmurs of winter were the only sounds I heard, but my mind found among the trees the sound of dancing fauns and the running hoofs of a centaur. For a brief moment I existed in another place, I no longer was present on this earth. There around me was a land of beauty and magic. Every inch of my being desired to stay forever. I had slipped through the fabric of reality. I had found Narnia
I'll never forget the moments following this photoshoot, I grabbed the edges of my cape and ran through the field outlining the forest. Snow swept against my face and I twirled and spun feeling the chilly air race along with me. My boots left footprints in the deep snow, allowing the sky to see where I went. Nothing could hold me back and nothing could hold back my laugh. I was the only person in the world, I alone was experiencing this beautiful moment. My heart was filled to the brim with emotions, so many I hardly had time to focus on one. Tossing my cape aside I felt like Lucy Pevensie as I ventured towards the pine trees. I peered through their branches and gazed longingly at the other side. Whispers from the trees drew me in and with each step I dared to go closer. Taking that final step through the green needles and into the woods was beyond magical. I stared in wonder at this beautiful world around me. Out of the snowy ground rose giant trees, and gently through their leafless branches feel the snow. Not a sound could be heard but the muffled murmur of winter. The world held it's breath as I caught a glimpse of a different realm. For a brief moment I existed in another place, I no longer was present on this earth. There around me was a land of beauty and magic. Every inch of my being desired to stay in these Western Woods.
Snow was falling gently to the ground, the world had transformed into a white wonderland. The sky was hazy with the flakes, they swept across the ground and into my lungs. I could feel the world calling out to me and grabbing onto my hand, leading me into the forest. Dragging me forward I danced in front of the trees, my red cape catching the wintry wind with each spin. If the world was cold, I didn't notice. It was just me and the forest. I was alone with the most magical place on earth, I had found Narnia. There before me was the land of magical beings and dancing trees. I could hear the fawns playing their flutes and the White Witch gliding along on her sleigh. And I knew if I had ventured a little further I would have found the Aslan. I could feel the magic pulsating through each leaf and branch. The snow swirled around me and danced before my eyes, eyes that saw the magic in the snow.