Giants, Laws and Magic

“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction” said Faerie Wren,

given to science at times, well aware of his tendency to logic, and seeking

out the laws of Newton, and others besides.

“All I can remember is dancing on moonbeams, and now we

are blessed with castles in the air, and know not why…” I said,

glad our bags had been restored to life by the moon.  Our glasses

were working, but a bit foggy, due to the attempts of the intellect

to grasp the meaning of why we were safe, now.  The castle we now

dwelt in was in the air, and it hovered above Old Woman Island.

 

 

The Giants, the Amazons, had heard our

pleas for help, yet could not come until we slept,

and were assisting the boy with the golden goose, informing the trees.

“To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction,” said Faerie Wren,

and as he read, and understood, his glasses became less blurred. 

The castle had an endless library, full of books.

“I see, are you talking about the laws, the karmic laws?” I said,

turning the small unicorn over in my hands, and contemplating it.

“In a sense, it seems to say, they are interrelated, hmmm…”

“The Giant was not much of a match for the Amazons, it turned out…”

“Yes, that much I can remember.”

I became pensive, thinking of Rainbow Beach, and the

journey so far.

“You know, we can’t stay here forever, in this castle in the air,”

I said, yet knowing a return.

“Yes, but things have changed, and we understand it, — it was just

an equal and opposite reaction…”

“I am beginning to understand it,” I said, and then Faerie Wren

stood up and puffed out his chest and started to sing.

(clipart courtesy Karen’swhimsy online.)

(copyright Imogen Crest 2008.)