Magic to me is like fireflies. Flashes of light, brilliance,
for your eyes to wonder even if only for a moment. Magic to me is in the
surprise, in the unexpected touch that starts your heart. It’s the purpose you
love and can’t keep yourself from fulfilling, as though your soul is unapologetic
about its using of your body to do that one thing so good that it could care
less about eating or sleeping or other human body stuff. Magic is grace in
grief, holding of a hand, holding in silence another’s pain. Letting them be,
letting them know that eventually, this will all be okay. Magic is in the
little precious girl practicing yoga with her beautiful mommy in class,
exploring this big world a little timid and showing up anyway. Magic is in the
connections you never know where they’ll lead but your reaching out could
change someone’s life, and all you did is make an introduction.
I do this all for the magic. All for the tender glimpses of
pure life – so sweet, so spectacular it makes me weep. Yes – that. That is what
I came here for. To soak up every morsel and pass the note to others, saying
“Did you hear about this thing? It is incredible… I’ll take you.” Yes, that is
me. Just trusting and following my nose and expanding my crew along the way.
The magic always leaves a trail.
