My life has always been filled with an inner tingle; a tingle that feels the magic in the air and the world around. I have always felt like the world was whispering a secret that other people could not hear or feel. This magic left me after Christmas and I feared I had finally grown up. I trudged along trying to be a normal person, but I missed the world tickling me. This last week, at Ocean Shores, the world beckoned me back. I could feel the tingling again. My magic world had returned. This part of me that is hard to explain to others is part of why I stretch up to try and touch the toes of mystics; to try and feel this magic all the time, not just when the world whispers to me. I laugh inside again, I am healed.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The Magic is Returning
My life has always been filled with an inner tingle; a tingle that feels the magic in the air and the world around. I have always felt like the world was whispering a secret that other people could not hear or feel. This magic left me after Christmas and I feared I had finally grown up. I trudged along trying to be a normal person, but I missed the world tickling me. This last week, at Ocean Shores, the world beckoned me back. I could feel the tingling again. My magic world had returned. This part of me that is hard to explain to others is part of why I stretch up to try and touch the toes of mystics; to try and feel this magic all the time, not just when the world whispers to me. I laugh inside again, I am healed.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment