Magic Happened

The magical bond of Sisterhood--it spans every emotion from true love to the depths of hate and back--always back.

” A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them:

Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!”

-Oliver Wendell Holmes

The busy of Life takes over us sometimes and blurs the evidence of our true existence. I’ve been searching for something elusive but had only to see with my very eyes that which was right before me.  I watched in wonder and sometimes coached–maybe too much but I didn’t want them to fail–but in the end I just stood there marveling at the pure magic happening all around me.  Everything was perfect and then it was not and then perfect again. The wind rose and then died.  There were tears and much laughter after.  Their squeaky voices echoed down the hills and flew through the air on their kites.  The pig flew the highest.  Strings were tangled.  The sun slowly set and we basked in its orangey warmth.  A nearly full moon slowly rose from behind the trees, like a God peering at his people.  We were happy.  And magic happened over and over.

They worried that the planes might hit them.

Little magical creatures.

"A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work." -Colin Powell

"I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you." Roy Orbison

"Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?" -Jon Bon Jovi