Magic Moments

As a child I lived in a big old house in Edmonton, Alberta. It was a magical place for me. It had a big white deck across the front and back, with a fence-like railing all around, and off the deck ran the clothesline all the way to the rear of the property. In the back of my deep closet there was a tiny little door to the attic. I knew that little people lived there; in fact it was made just for them.

But best of all, I used to jump off the rail on the back deck because I knew, if I practiced enough, eventually I would fly right into the watermelon patch in our neighbours yard.

Before this came to be, we moved. No more deck, no more watermelon patch. My new hobby became collecting field mice. This didn’t go over so well. But I found magic in those little mice, and they talked to me just like anyone else did. There has been magic everywhere that I’ve lived. Although there’s been times when I’ve been so wrapped up in busyness that I wasn’t paying attention to it.

It’s back now, and more potent than ever before. It’s in my back yard, on the beach, in the woods, within the pages of this magazine, in snuggles from my dog and literally anywhere else that I choose to look. All I have to do to find it is close the door to my analytical ego and whisper those enchanting words, “I believe,” and a world of magic opens up to me. Why, if I didn’t believe, True Blue Spirit wouldn’t be here today.

As spring blossoms before us, take a deep breath…say it, and open your eyes to the magic all around.

Keep well,
Dorothy