Her Seashell (monochrome) 

She sat there holding a seashell, a woven basket above her head, her hair flowing, one of the tresses tickling that little spot behind her ear,

Her eyelids gently closed, she sits alone, in quiet contemplation, journeying through the Universe that’s inside of her, solitude echoing off the walls around; 

Each day, she would sit under the ancient oak in the meadow, listening to her seashell; sometimes she could hear the wind gently roaring from the ocean,

Leaves drifted down, and little bits of fruit began to fall into her basket, and as the days passed by, she noticed that both her spirit and the basket were fuller, sometimes to the brim; 

At sunrise, and on nights when the moon was shining, she would bathe in its light; and such was this blessed feeling, she wanted to share these gifts with the world- making it a little more beautiful, nourishing the spirit, adding a touch of magic to the surroundings; 

And she longed to share this life’s journey with her true love, once a girl, now a woman . . she has held her heart all along, keeping it safe and tucked away next to the bed of flowers, which she walks amongst each evening, on the way to the great oak; 

To all around her, she appeared as if she was frozen in the stones of time, though there was a river steadily flowing forth from her, hence the peaceful little smile that often graced her lips. 

Lady with a Seashell, monochrome, Bellagio Gardens, Summer 2017 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography


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The Curious Wanderer

I wander the Earth, a curious being; enchanted by the skies and the trees and what each season brings. 

I’m on my journey through this curious world, and I know that I’ll always treasure and respect my solitude; 

And what’s also true is that I hope the day will come where we can enjoy the experiences of each season together, side by side; cause to me, you felt like home. ✨


Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography, an excerpt from the Nature’s Secrets storybook collection ©

Tree of Life

The Universe is vast . . 

we wander through life’s deserts and valleys, the sands of time immeasurable . . 

We cannot tell if things are closer or farther than they appear . . 

and within each grain of sand, there is a Universe. 

Wandering the sand dunes in search of the Tree of Life . . Death Valley National Park, California © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Beside The Pillar of Truth

In times of ancient, you left your love letter to me upon the shore, an infinite circle, made of sand and stone; drawing me back to you in this lifetime. 

Reynisfjara Black Sand Beach, Vik, Iceland © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Her Gaze

There’s something, 

Curious, playful, yet ancient and understanding 

Undeniable. 

something in her eyes so beautifully haunting, 

Unforgettable.

the memory alone makes my bones shiver still . . 

at the same time, bringing my heart comfort and warmth, like coming home

What I wouldn’t give to see her again, 

To gaze into her eyes, and have our souls reunite and dance underneath the stars 🌌

A lantern lights the night at a cozy tea-house in the village. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Astronaut Looking in from the Outside, or Looking Out from the Inside 

Fuck, I’m still falling for her . . 

Cosmic work of art ✨ Part of the exhibit, Dreaming with Stanley Kubrick, at Somerset House, London, Summer 2016 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography


I felt this image perfectly expressed what it might be like for a person who truly loves someone, but isn’t able to be a part of their life. 

Is Dog a Hidden Man’s Best Friend?

At the Elf School in Reykjavik, we received a guest one afternoon. An older gentleman, he was a seer- of Elves, of Huldufolk (hidden people), and of the dead.  He spent about an hour with us, graciously answering our questions, while the school’s headmaster translated back and forth.

You see, this seer’s incredible gift was both a blessing and a curse. To be aware, always, of other beings; other dimensions which most people could scarcely imagine. But too much sight could overwhelm the mind. Can you picture yourself sitting in a classroom, focusing on your academics, while everywhere you turn you see ghost spirits? As a boy of eleven, he had to leave school behind. In Iceland in those days, they taught English as a third language (after Icelandic and Danish) in schools starting at age twelve. For this seer, it meant that he would need the assistance of a translator in order to share many of his experiences, as he went on to work with Iceland’s Paranormal Society.

During our Q & A session with him at the Elf School, the 21 of us were as curious as could be. I remember asking him if the hidden people needed clairvoyant abilities in order to see us, or if all were able to naturally. I also asked about various aspects of the hidden people’s culture, with one question being, have you ever seen one walking with a dog? Do they live with dogs, cats, and other animals as we do? He answered that he had never seen them together, though he couldn’t rule out any relationship with dogs and such.

That night after class, I made my way to the Elf capital of Iceland, Hafnarjordur. I went off exploring Hellisgurdi Park, which is said to have quite a few Elves in residence. Upon entering the park, I noticed this curious sign– “Elf Circle, elves next 6 km.” Above it was a sign stating, “NO DOGS.”

It’s funny how the Universe can provide us with the answers we seek, hidden in plain sight. As it turns out, a dog may be man’s best friend, but not an elf’s!

You can find out who is an elf’s best friend in my storybook. As it’s being developed, you can follow along here and on my new Facebook page, Nature’s Secrets. 

http://www.facebook.com/TheNewAncientFolklore 

Thank you for your support! ❤️ 

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NO DOGS ALLOWED on Elf Circle! This sign is posted at the beginning of the path in Hellisgurdi Park in Hafnarjordur, which happens to be the Elf capital of Iceland. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography