it's funny how when you stop acknowledging and appreciating life's magic it quickly quits showing itself to you.
certainly the benefit of writing every day is that the spell of enchantment stays strong.
and it doesn't even matter if it appears so to others - the point is to savor and appreciate one's life and loves for one's own sake. this is one of the Things I Know For Sure.
like breathing deeply.
walking barefoot on clean floors. (always barefoot.)
and potions from the blender with spinach and mango.
things that make beautiful noise;
wooden building blocks
feeling strong while exercising.
feeling hope while discovering chamomile leaves
and the emerging hellebore.
feeling competent and brave for making sourdough starter.
loving pretty things like crepes and raspberries for breakfast.
considering dreams of "The Wild, Wild West", says she, and being a cowgirl.
loving warm, fuzzy things like portraits of furry family members,
and shiny things like making levers (all on one's own).
these are my moments.
fancy and important to none but me,
but I rejoice
that they are important and wondrous things to me.