Sep 20, 2023
Life in Mills Beary
The Wooden Door
The Wooden Door in the Forest
Where the village first lets you see it
“Not every path is meant to be found, only the one you are ready to walk.”
— From the Guardian’s Journal
A hedge that is only a hedge
In Mundbora’s Weald, there are stretches of woodland that look like every other quiet place,
hedges grown thick with age, paths softened by time, light drifting between leaves.
For most people, that is all there ever is, a hedge, a path, nothing more.
When the forest decides
But sometimes, when the afternoon light settles in a particular way, the forest does not behave as expected.
The air stills. The light lingers.
And for a rare few, the hedge becomes something else entirely. Not uncovered. Not revealed. Simply… present.
A door that was never there before
A wooden door stands where there was none before, weathered and moss-kissed,
as though it has always belonged to the forest and yet has only just arrived.
It does not call out. It does not invite just anyone. It appears only to those who are expected.
And when it does, the woods open just enough to let them pass,
into a place kept safe by memory, kindness, and the quiet work of guardians.
