Webster’s dictionary defines magic as “the art of controlling forces” for a desired effect. Hmm. Not the best description, but I’ve definitely heard worse. Me thinks, however, that Mr. Webster just didn’t look deep enough.

As a little girl, I dreamed of magic. I searched for it. I wished for it. I longed for it. Castles and flying dragons. Scented oils and mystical potions. The universe whispering its secrets in my ear and I with the knowledge to carry out its wishes.

As I got older, those dreams faded. Family, career and social obligations demanded my attention and weren’t willing to share it with the dragons I had yet to find. I hadn’t forgotten about my castle. I had just postponed looking for it. Magic had no place in the real world. Or so I thought.

Spirit, however, has an excellent memory. Forget what you came for and its only a matter of time before it gently taps you on the shoulder to remind you. Back to the castle, it said. Your dragons are waiting.

And the searching began again.

How would I define magic? Its in the warmth of towels fresh out of the dryer. That feeling you get right after a hot bath. French vanilla coffee in the morning. French vanilla coffee in the middle of the night. Your first kiss. It’s in my son’s laughter and the rush of the ocean’s waves when they crash against the beach. That shade of pink that shoots across the sky as the sun begins to set. The silence that I hear before the rest of the house wakes up. The booms of thunder that rattle my walls during a storm. And I’m just getting started.

Magic isn’t about controlling nature. It’s about respecting it. Protecting it. And working with the energies that surround us. It’s about composing with it, even collaborating with it. That’s where the real magic begins.

So if you find me tending my garden at midnight, just know the vegetables I bring you will be from a very good crop. If you catch exotic scents wafting from my windows, chances are the potions I’m making are coming out right. And if you see me dancing beneath the full moon? Well... you’re welcome to join me if the urge strikes you. Listen closely... the universe might be whispering to you. And you’d be amazed at all the dragons you’ll find.

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