DAY 498: Magic Is Everywhere

I am again in rapture with how so many longed-for things, big blessings, and tiny details are falling into place effortlessly as all barriers fall away. It’s a sure sign I have found my groove. It’s 2am and I can just make out the shape of barns across the street. All is quiet. The darkness has settled around me like a cool evening after a hot summer day … not like the dark heavy coat the lack of light in winter would bring before I learned the power held by the dark, the hidden, the mystery. But I am babbling. I do that when I’m excited, and I am excited.

Late this afternoon as approached the driveway of my Connecticut home, I saw my welcome mat – the large blue tarp that had been stored in her shed since I left in June. 

This last week has been intense, which is rarely used to describe heavy lifting, low bending, and long hours of work because I don’t move at that pace anymore. Well, at least 95% of the time is leisurely. Blissfully so. There is a euphoria that fulls me every moment I sense I am doing just exactly what I want to be doing at that time … and that is just about all the time these days. And often that means not so much doing as being. Being one with my breath. Falling up into the sky. Sitting with sadness. Being grateful. That is magic I have found to be quite powerful. 

From my car finding a foster family to realizing why an important and deeply personal event did not occur when planned – because the exact right moment is waiting to happen this coming week. The leaves bursting with vibrant colors, living off the grid, love from dogs, the last tomatoes, huge old trees guarding back roads, postcard-worthy scenery, puffy white clouds, the sun turning water into sparking diamonds, the spider web in the inside left of the windshield – all filled me with wonder. The two warrior women at my table when I stopped for a late lunch, “manifesting” Magic Erasers, mums and pumpkins everywhere, finding I had the transmission fluid I needed already in a container with a long pour spout, and fitting all but one piece of clothing I wanted to take into the closet each filled me with joy. (It was difficult to justify the room taken up by my beloved hooded purple velvet cape I only wore twice in 30 months when three other much adored items could take its place.) 

For this and more, I am grateful. 

All my senses are alive. The possibilities are endless. I am living my dream. The world is my oyster. (It sounded good, but I dislike oysters.) The sense of freedom makes me wild. Knowing where there’s a witch, there’s a way means it will be this way every possible moment. It’s too exciting exciting to close my eyes, but the computer is down to 15% power and books in bed are beckoning.
May this sprinkling of hocus pocus add sparkle to your day.