Someone once described writing as an exercise in magic. When you think about it, it sort of is. A writer makes up people and the things that happen to them and then uses words to paint a picture that tells the story we’ve imagined in our heads. I mean, think about it. I heard a song, liked the title, and wrote my first Harlequin Desire: COWGIRLS DON’T CRY. Seems kinda magical to me.

And it’s not just in writing where magic happens. I look back on Only’s childhood–sitting outside for an hour to watch a cicada emerge from it’s beetle stage to the fairy-winged adult, chasing the northern lights and the Perseid meteors, or snuggling in bed and reading stories. Magic is having a daffodil bloom every year on my birthday. It’s looking out my window to see a hawk looking back. It’s watching a brilliant sunrise while the birds sing a welcome to the dawn. It’s a baby’s giggle, the hug of a granchild, the purr of a cat and a dog leaning in for more pets. It’s the little moments and the big ones. It’s…life.

Oh yes, Silver, yes indeed. Today you are going to be enveloped by the magic. It will be in the air you breathe, the sounds you hear, and the sights you see. Play off the moments in-between the moments, look to the unseen, and give thanks.

Feel it, enjoy it, but most important, use it!

It’s already begun,
The Universe
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Silver, inhale it. Close your eyes, count to three, exhale…. Notice how the magic stays with you?

What’s the magic in your life? Let’s all try to keep our magic around so give this a try. *breathes in deeply*…*closes eyes* One. Two. Three. *exhales* Oh, yeah. It’s still there. I can feel it. Have a magical day filled with possibilities!