My intention is to, at least once a month, visit with the nymphs, leave offerings for them, and get to know them. This time, a friend and I visited the river nymphs.
We walked the trail, waiting for the moment we would know we were in the right place to settle and leave our offerings. That moment came as we sighted the waterfall, and a cavernous area a little before it, where we could sit on the rocks under the spreading arms of the willow tree. We’d found the place. People had littered it, so the first thing we did was clean.
As I read the hymn to the nymphs we left our offerings, watched the river accept them, and later walked into the water, where we stayed for an hour, feeling as though we were between worlds, somewhere time stopped and the physical world could bend.
We spoke to the nymphs then, and they told us to come back and continue leaving offerings, but that they were not ready to speak to us further at this time. Understandable; they don’t know us or our intent. We were informed that in that area were dryads (but not hamadryads), who roam with Artemis in the woods, and naiads/potamides (they were fine with either name) in the river who go with (and this surprised us) Apollo. (Of course, Apollo has a history of loving naiads, but we’d forgotten that at the time.)
From the water they gifted us a couple of stones. I think I’ll drill one that’s a good shape and use it to make a pendulum exclusively to communicate with them.
I’m looking forward to returning in August and looking for the small changes, the variations that come with the passage of time. I’m looking forward to standing in the river again, and emerging cleansed and new and good.