A Moment In Magic





Sometimes the world takes on a kind of magic for me.

I feel it in the quietest moments.

When I can hear passing traffic on the street.

When I see children playing in the sun.

When life slows down so much that I fiddle with my hair, then fiddle with it again.

I wrap my fingers round clumps of it, twisting and pulling, fastening and pinning.

Then I let it all out again, fluff it up.

All while pollen rises and bicycles churn.

I wrote yesterday about the pleasure that can be found in boredom.

Another word for this is flow.

Sometimes you just have to enter into the nothingness of a day and hold it close.

In closing your eyes and inhaling the matter of each moment, you find the magic.

Much love Txx

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