Magic is Real

I wrote a poem as I was journaling a couple of days ago and thought, this is ok, but I didn’t hit publish. I went back to the post today to see what polishing it might need and thought, this is completely ridiculous and preachy. It was the same poem, the same thoughts, but way different feelings around it.

Today, I’m not in the mood for wondering and philosophizing. Today I would like a bit of magic.

I personally can’t force magic. Magic is what me as a former hippie would call “deep”. It’s deep but not rare.

The word magic has been overused and in my opinion misused. We try to think about magic with our very brilliant minds and can’t quite get there. It is not a trick or a manipulation. Of course, you my readers already know this. You know it in your breath and bones, you know it as well as you know the blood in your own body.

Magic is what makes everything in this world, and every realm I have traveled, Real. I’m putting my fingers in my ears right now because I don’t want to hear any philosophy around explaining what is real.

Am I using the word magic correctly? I don’t know and today I don’t care.

Magic is Real, people!

My neighbor Jeanetta and I happened to both be walking and we walked together for a while