Food For Thought

Find the magic. In musical harmony, in the rain on your face and the sun on your bare shoulders, in the morning dew that soaked your sneakers and the wildflowers  you picked for free in the roadside ditch, in love at first sight and those sad memories of the one who got away. "Find the magic," Mom always said. "And if you can't find the magic," she added, "then make the magic." -The Silver Star

 I have been such a book worm lately--choosing to spend time with new stories and characters in the comfort of my quiet apartment over the company of...well...anyone not living as words on a page. B likes to call these periods of my snuggly introspection "Inside Lands" (a play on the popular weekend-long SF music festival, Outside Lands, that I skipped one day of this year out of a desire to simply rest at home). With just a few days left before he hits the highway and our grand California adventures begin, I think honoring my cravings for Inside Lands activities (read, nap, drink tea, write, take a bath, etc)  is important for me. Soon this peaceful space that I've carefully nurtured as my own for the past 3 years will be a shared one. And while this is truly a choice I make with my whole heart, while I know B will bring with him a new kind of peace and love and spirit to share, there is also a part of me that humbly acknowledges the bittersweet closing of an extremely healing, opening, growth-filled chapter of my life. One in which I have learned to love my own company. One in which I felt pieces of my soul return to me, slowly, sometimes painfully, and yet oh so joyously.

One in which I learned to not only find the magic, but to make it.

So it's mainly me and my delightful book friends for the next week or so, with a few smattered activities to finish up preparing for B's much anticipated arrival in between.

And then...

Armed with my magic making skills...

love and light,

Trish

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