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.
Fight it.
Go within.
Remember there’s magic.
You’re alive for greater things,
The UniverseSilver, you are greater.
What illusions will you spin today? What magic will find its way into your lives?
Silver James 
Gah, I’m painting the bathroom today. I suspect the only illusion I’ll be creating is that I know what I’m doing. LOL, but that’s my every day illusion.
On a happier note, my columbines are getting ready to bloom for the first time. That should be magical. Dark purple. Ooo. And the hummingbirds are back. Well, at least one big boy. He visited yesterday. That’s always magical to me. =o)
I had a bunch of Texas bluebells crop up in places I didn’t know they’d been planted and have never bloomed in the 20 years we’ve lived here. Go figure. LOL
No hummingbirds yet. Lots of Carolina wrens this year.
Yeah, my whole house needs painting and drywall repair too. I should have bought a lottery ticket yesterday. Maybe this weekend. That’s gonna be the only way I can afford it. LOLOL 😉