The Wood Between the Worlds, Pai, Thailand 2015
It’s a place in the world I feel most at home, most comfortable, unlike any other. People often ask what draws me to this place. To that, I borrow some passages from C.S. Lewis’ The Magician’s Nephew (Book 1 of The Narnia Chronicles).
The strangest thing was, almost before he had looked about him, Diggory had half forgotten how he had come there.
If anyone had asked him “Where did you come from?” He would probably have said, “I’ve always been here.”
That was what it felt like – as if one had always been in that place and never been bored although nothing had ever happened.
As he said long afterwards,
“It’s not the sort of place where things happen. The trees go on growing, that’s all.”
They splashed and got their feet wet for a second time that morning. If it was a morning – it seems to be always the same time in the Wood Between the Worlds.
You could almost feel the trees drinking the water up with their roots. This wood was very much alive.
“What on earth’s gone wrong?” said Polly in a frightened voice, but not quite so frightened as you might expect, because it is hard to feel really frightened in that wood. The place is too peaceful.