Haibun: Faery Spotting

a blue and white whippet walking ahead on a narrow trail in the glen
a black whippet in a blue harness on a narrow woodland trail

The rains have stopped and the glen is full of bird song. It’s good to smell pine and freshly watered earth after the dry spell. A faint path is covered in paw prints from furry folk who walk here in the night. The more we journey here, the more we feel two worlds connecting.

linked lives
ribbons of white bells
glitter in the sun

© Xenia Tran

close up of spring heather growing on the forest floor

Wishing you all a blessed Thursday and a peaceful rest of the week,

with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx

Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.

Settings: f/3.5 – 1/1250 s – ISO 320, f/3.5 – 1/1250 s – ISO 200 and f/1.8 – 1/1250 s – ISO 180.

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The stories, poems and photographs on this blog are the original creative work of Xenia Tran. Inspired by life in the Scottish Highlands and in awe of nature she gives voice to the wisdom of her adopted and fostered whippets.

57 thoughts on “Haibun: Faery Spotting”

  1. Two worlds connecting. I love the imagery of that, Xenia, whether it be this world and a faery world or simply enjoying beautiful nature outside of brick and mortar of a city. Enjoy your dry season and walking with the pups while I send hugs from across the ocean.

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  2. Such beautiful words with beautiful photos. Two worlds connecting I think of not only the smell of pine trees but of forest furry friends walking the same path as us! Have a wonderful weekend coming up! ❤️🐴🤠🐾🐾🐾

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  3. Amazing, how a beloved place so threads with this and otherworlds — a dancing ground for fairy and whippet. What love we bring to such places grounds them in a profound sanctity — Brendan

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  4. I do love this – those ribbons of bells make me smile each time i read it. This piece really touches on that feeling of occupied-ness (for want of a better word) we feel sometimes when walking alone in loved places.

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