There are some places on Earth
more ‘enchanted’ than others—
a Western word.

And what in the West are called ‘fairies’
usually reside in the West.

But there is a small forrest
of jarrah and marri and
banksia
and orchids and Christmas spiders
and more
on Wardandi Noongar Country
unlike any other 
I’ve experienced here.

So much so that words
like enchantment and fairies
don’t seem too ‘out of place’.

To enchant usually means 
to attract or please, 
or to have a magical effect,
sometimes by casting a spell over.

But instead of being entranced,
such places can also be seen
as an entrance. 
Instead of dimming down,
being charmed or slumbering,
we can instead brighten up—
we can stay awake—
become, even, extra awake…

awake in such an entrance…

an entrance…

to the Whole Earth;
the Whole Self.