You know that feeling you get when you step into a place and it just feels magical. Everything about it feels like it's covered in pixie dust.

Every dimension shines as if the sun has wrapped itself tightly around each and every facet. And you are taken suddenly up on a flying carpet of wonder and mystery.

That's Cambria for me.

We rattle up the last hill and I eagerly await our descent into this enchanted land. The three ponies, always to my left, waiting to welcome me back. An unfailing warmth tickles my toes as I am taken captive by what surrounds me.

I have found myself in a love affair with a little town who's pines are by the sea.

It is here that my mind clears and everything comes into light, truth pierces deep and defeats its rotten foes.

We are kings and queens in the land and even the deer come out to greet us.

Our feet lead us down a dirt trail, up into the groves above the sea.

We have stepped into the wardrobe, closed the door, and are pleased to find it to be much more than an ordinary coat closet.

A gust of wind shakes the pines and the pixie dust once set on branches is thrust upon us. We take flight and land in a meadow glinting yellow and orange in the dawn of the sun.

The waters beyond sparkle and appear more blue, deeper and yet clearer still. God meets us in this place and we fight to know Him more.

We beat our way through the fields, desperately aching to rest our feet upon rocks crashed by waves.

To get there we cross a path made of wood. People walk here and our eyes meet. Each one bows to let us pass.

As we move gently through them, they are lifted off their feet by the winds filled with magic dust and they too take flight.

We are delighted by the passing of powers and as we land our feet upon the strong platforms, we breathe deep the glory of our High King who left heaven to crown us with His majesty.