It hasn’t snowed for days here in Sisters country, and the asphalt paths are finally clear of ice. It was a relief this morning to walk on solid ground instead of skipping from dry spot to dry spot over ice and snow. There are, however, mounds of dirty snow everywhere, melting in odd, disproportionate ways. I suddenly realized I was seeing poorly carved snow sculptures in the melting piles. It was like finding familiar figures in cloud formations, and within a quarter-mile stretch I spotted a goose, two horses fighting, a lopsided crown, and a carefully balanced butterfly. None were perfect. As with clouds, they required imagination.
Science would no doubt affirm that sun and wind had carved the fantastical shapes, but this morning I preferred a different solution. The sculptures had, I was sure, been carved by fairies wielding swords that were too heavy for them. I could see them in my minds eye. They were trying, poor dears, to embellish the dirt-covered snow with objects of beauty, but clearly they needed better tools.
I'm not discounting science here. I’m more apt to see evolution in nature than fantasy, but I always leave room for the latter. I resist the dominance of materialism* whenever I can, and if Eileen Cady, of Findhorn fame, chooses to tell me that Pan gave her the advice she needed to grow huge cauliflowers in N. Scotland sand, then I will choose to believe her. Because why not?
I do love science though, and often find myself struggling through tomes I barely understand, in order to better understand my world. But science, especially physics, is lately as magical as a medieval necromancer. Physicists tell us that string theory works if there are 11 dimensions instead of four; but don't ask to see those dimensions because they’re much too tiny, and curled within themselves. Besides, the theory is currently unprovable. So on days like this I say, okay then, fairies and gnomes and ghosts and tree sprites and Sasquatch do exist. They just retreat to one or more of those eleven invisible dimensions when threatened.
Can you prove me wrong?
*My dictionary states that "materialism is the doctrine that nothing exists except matter and its movements and modifications"; a grim kind of philosophy in my book. Read that sentence again, replacing the word matter with money, and you have a picture of 21st century America.