06/14/2022
I am someone who believes in magick.
Magic that lives in our lightest moments, where we lead with play and bliss,
or magic that lives in our darkest moments, where we lean into our strength and ground.
Regardless of the shade, it exists as our ability to be with the moments that mark our lives like a blueprint.
I’ve found myself leaning into this magic recently; the magick of observation, of grounded breath, the pleasure of peace amongst complexities,
and the magick of a relationship with self.
I believe that magick lives in the equanimity of our ebbs and flows, our highs and lows, and the consistency of love that exists within us.
For ourselves and for life around us.
I believe in a magick that anchors us into who we are when the many moving pieces of life around us are changing.
A magick that grounds us into ourselves while we watch life circle around us, dance through us, and reflect the many shades of our essence.
Maybe it’s our very essence that births the magick in the first place.
I’m not sure if we’ll ever know where the magick comes from, what it’s made of, or why it’s here, but I do know, I whole heartedly believe, that it exists.
And I’m grateful everyday for the experience of this magick in my life.
