Dear Universe, I am challenged every day, by reality and illusions both. As a writer, though, it’s probably the illusions that give me the most grief. Pulling gossamer strings from thin air, weaving them into words that tell a story, that sings the tale struggling to be told. Magic. Yes. Creating characters and settings and dialogue and descriptions and creating a tapestry out of nothing but sheer imagination is at once the most fulfilling and frustrating life to live. But I am a writer and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Bring it on, Universe! Let’s make magic.
Today, Silver, you will be challenged.
Challenged by the illusions. Tempted to look to time, space, and all things material for understanding; to judge your place in the world; and to make decisions about your life.
Remember there’s magic.
You’re alive for greater things,
Silver, you are greater.
What illusions will you spin today? What magic will find its way into your lives?