When you’re here, you can feel it. That faint hum of energy, that vaporous mirage of something otherworldly. When you’re here, you feel like you’ve stepped through that wardrobe into Narnia, or you’ve tumbled down that rabbit hole into a wonderland. Every creak of the of the trees limbs, every groan of the boughs, every whoosh of the wind through the leaves makes you feel like you’re being whispered lovingly to. The flowers that pop their heads up bravely here and there between the weeds seem to wink conspiratorially at you, the creatures slink curiously about you, the land swoops and dips, mischievously leading you to places you didn’t quite intend to go, yet are glad you are there.

    The real world doesn’t seem so real here, the real world seeps away from your being and the world of this place drips into your mind and soul, lulling your anxieties and fears to nothing more than a silly, bad dream that’s easily forgotten. Time passes differently here, going in slow strides instead of quick sprints. The pace is disorienting, in a lovely, lazy way.

    Perhaps it’s a remnant left over from Eden, a garden whose magic was born from Eden’s old perfection. When you’re here you feel closer to Heaven, closer to that perfect love.