I have just spent my second night in my new apartment in Asheville. My mountain home is still home, but is on the market and so I make this transition in merciful stages. After the roar of quiet out there – only wind, rain, stars and forest creatures to talk
I just got off of the telephone from talking with someone very dear to me. We started the conversation because each of us had mentioned we had magical things that had happened to us that we wanted to tell each other about. This call was our time for describing them.
What we think of as magic – usually events that we believe transcend or exceed the laws of nature and universe – is actually what the universe is made of. The rational mind as it developed set up ideas that natural laws are how things are, laws of physics do
Today life proved to me that there is magic in it. Magic is really the essence of everything we can’t possibly understand about life but still is true, and in its own way is logical and obvious. And magic generally seems to imply what we think of as good. It