I believe in magic. Present and all around us, it is happening outside of our control without explanation. Sometimes seen, other times only felt. It is never contained. It can not, nor will not, be rationalized or controlled. It merely exists and survives. A child’s wonder, laugh, or innocence, the rise and fall of the sun and moon, the love that is awakened and stirred between souls; all are nothing less than magic.
Despite the darkest moment, it persists. Magic bubbles and surfaces to surprise us when we least expect it, reminding us of the beauty in life. Moments that are slyly hidden, teaching us to search deeper to discover its treasure. Transversely, there are those embolden moments that bring us to our knees, cause us to tremor with emotion, and demand our attention. In our most desperate need, it saves. Magic has a way all its own. We can only bear witness to its power. So make a wish, hold on tight, and let the magic shine its light.