When I was around seven years old, I remember visiting my grandmother, Ethel Cook Eliot, at her home in western Massachusetts. One night she sat on the edge of my bed and told me about some rain goblins she’d seen. She described them to me as about eight inches high, skinny, wrinkled, brown-skinned, and rather leaping in spirit. Her description was so detailed and vivid that I knew without a doubt she actually had seen these creatures.

My grandmother saw other elemental creatures as well, and wrote about them in her extraordinary and wise children’s books: The House Above the Trees, The Wind Boy, The Little House in the Fairy Wood, and others. One of the most interesting qualities I find in her books is her ability to describe our world from the point of view of an elemental being. Here’s an example from The House Above the Trees, when lonely Hepatica is being teased, and turns away, and encounters a gorgeous Wind Creature.

“Now Hepatica had sometimes, though rarely, seen Wind Creatures before, but always from the factory window and then only in the rush of their passing. Never had she seen one so close.

This Wind Creature looked to be about twelve or fourteen years old. He was walking along the edge of the road, his purple wings folded down his back. He was dressed in a purple tunic just to his knees, a garment not unlike the sky-blue slip Hepatica was wearing, except that his was the color of early morning. His head was tilted back as he walked, his joyous eyes scanning the treetops. He noticed the children, however, as he drew near, and lowered his gaze to them.

They were all up on the stone wall now, jeering at Hepatica. She stood down by the dusty road, her back to them, her eyes clear as the day.

The Wind Creature noticed the children, but only as you might notice flowers, in the same impersonal way. He looked them directly in their faces without expectation, for he knew very well that they could not see him, that he was not so much as a shadow to them. For never had this Wind Creature known a human child who could see the Forest People.

So his glance passed over the daintily-frocked little girls with their butterfly bows and the boys with their cropped curls, and was just about to pass over clear-eyed Hepatica, when it stopped short; for, wonder upon wonders, she was looking directly at him and smiling in a friendly fashion.

He could hardly believe his eyes. But he smiled back. No one could have helped it, so welcoming and expectant was Hepatica’s face. But in his amazement he did not speak to her. Instead, he backed out of the road, and still looking and smiling at Hepatica, moved backward into the green forest that came down to the other side of the road. The evening sunlight struck level through the trees and almost at once Hepatica lost him in the golden glare it made.”

Imagine if you looked at a flower and it smiled directly back at you!

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Fun Writing Practice

Write a short story from the point of view of an elemental being. Try to get into the spirit of this being. A dryad, or tree nymph, will have a tree-like spirit, rooted in the ground and swaying in a breeze. Water creatures tend towards travel and adventure. Fire spirits move quickly and exude sparkle and light – what kind of picture would they have of our world? What are earth creatures, like elves and goblins, really like?

Have this creature encounter a human, and write the story around that encounter. Bring in all the wisdom you can imagine such an elemental creature has garnered through millenia. Give them personality, characteristics, motive. Give them feeling. A heart is not just a place where blood is pumped – a heart is where the spirit resides. Give your elemental being a real heart that only a human can truly understand.

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Daily Happiness

• Going for a walk before dawn

• Sitting on a chair and watching ants go in and out of their hole

• Figuring it out

• Walking through falling blossoms

• A storm over Tintagel Castle

• Weeding for an hour at twilight until it’s too dark to see