For a while it seemed the magic had been forever lost. But it was there within the subtle way I learned to start again and listen a little more intently — this time with my heart. Advertisements
Life became more of a natural, organic process. Figuring every step and knowing exactly how to do it was replaced with quiet joy picked up somewhere in the exploration, the delicate innate ability to trade in confusion for a search for tenderness and the magic of unexpected treasures found along the way.
There was a lightness that came from not needing to follow every thought and a little magic in the courage it took to stand in the silent spaces in-between.
To my surprise, the real magic of life didn’t come in neatly wrapped packages or at the end a long path. It came in the last bit of courage to hold on a little longer and to take just one more step — not knowing where it would lead. It came in the quiet, tender moments I couldn’t have planned and couldn’t imagine having missed.