Magic

magic

there is magic in the cracks

as light slips from day to dark

it's here, it's there

and then it's gone 

it's gone to wait the night away

wherever magic goes to play

Life is filled with infinite possibilities . . .magic is.  Magic is alive because I am alive and I believe.  Sometimes I forget and then I remember magic is.  Life is full of reminders if I pay attention, it is there inside us all.  Magic is steady and very personal.  Not two "cracks" alike.  Magic is ordinary and wondrous, and as small as a mustard seed.

It reminds me of a door in a dark room, the door through-out my life opening a little more, letting in more light.  And then there is just light.

Magic is, it is a verb, always present in the moment, waiting for me to live in the moment.  It is love, gratitude, forgiveness, surrender, faith, magic is love.

I garden, I dance and magic abounds in both of my passions

I sit writing on my way to my dentist, my tooth is very sore and there are many cracks without pain where I am more than filled with gratitude on my 57th brithday. It is good year to be alive, it is a good moment to be alive.  I am filled to the brim with love for how marvelous life can be.  Love Kimm