Do You Believe in Magic?

I do. I want to, at least. I believe that time can stop when I am driven in a thought and I have to abandon the dishes, the chores, the stink under my armpits to shop online for rough stones. I am driven. Time stops for me. Nothing exists. Have I mentioned that I am driven? I can't tell you what I will be doing with these stones or what they will be doing with me, all I can say is that I am driven to seek them out. It boarders on obsession. I have a suspicion that you can relate. The trees practically paint themselves, don't they? The words pour from your soul through your fingertips. You don't even need to edit, do you. I want to be on the short list for the book signing party, by the way. I'm just letting the universe know that. I want to be the matron of honor for Lara's wedding to Mr. X. I've never had that privilege, and I know that no one could do the nurturing matron of honorly magic better than I. The magic is tingling through me. Even the recent string of deaths does not phase me. The energy is alight and we need to know that. Our fleshy bodies are simply tools, like a paintbrush or a string instrument. We need to use them- or waste them, dusty and neglected. They will not last forever- nor should they. Get a taste of the limits and the limitlessness and run with it, sparked and alight with a new fire. GO- lose all sense of time, if only for a little while, and feel the fire flash through you, the undeniable passion happen and exist in full force. Then, take some of that with you into the shower, while you wash the dishes and shampoo the cat barf off of the carpet.