This past May I was crowned the May Queen of a magickal community, and I had the opportunity to turn this season's ceremonies into a nature retreat. As much as I love the adventure that can be found in the city, this little pocket of forest is seeped in healing magick for me. It truly is like coming home for me.
When I'm up there, time unravels. You begin to align with the natural flow of nature and rise with the sun, start the fire as the mountains hide an early sunset, and get cozy inside, fall asleep in a pile of loved ones until the ravens greet the sun once more in the morning, so nosily there's no need for a rooster.
Even though it was cold, I rarely felt it. I wore silk wrap-around skirts the whole time....just layers of printed silk, I felt like a flower. Skirts and boots was my uniform, with scarves and cloaks for warm. I left before it threatened to snow...only because I had not planned to be there an extra 10-12 days if the road got rained out or icy.
If it weren't for little things that money is still needed for, I think I would stay longer.
The magick there makes it hard to plan "real world" things...like dates or travel plans or appointments. It's like on permament Ritual Time...where time's illusion does not hold. And if the faries think you need to slow down, they have no problem stealing your keys or something else. They return things once you've paid homage to their shrines....but not before they are ready.
No, truly, this is a case were the concensual reality of a place has been woven to include such magick and creatures. If you are meant to see it one day, the land will bring you there, as it brought me.