Although I recently wrote about my rational view on things, I want to share a moment of magic that happened to me. This moment made me feel connected to the universe, to the time passing by and to the stars in the sky.
The moment belonged to an empty, not very interesting day. That was good for me, because it allowed me to dive back into my routine I had developed in the years of lockdowns and studying or working from home. I had spent time with my books, had walked around my beloved field during sunset,had seen their colours explode before darkness, had whispered words to the moon and had been able to take a deep breath. I only ever did these things out of desperation, but I found a beauty in them by now and miss them whenever I am too busy! So, after walking around and sending a few thoughts people long gone and missed to the horizon, I returned home, put on a pretty dress to feel closer to my witch, and recorded some poetry with my violin. And just there it happened!
Now, this might be a disappointment, because I cannot exactly give away what. It includes personal details of other people, so that will have to stay with me for now.
But I had been waiting for it for a long while.
I had been hoping for it to happen.
And when I retreated back to things I had found in my most desperate moments, it came to me.
This could make me believe in magic. Or it could tell that in these intimate, emotional moments intuition will allow us to speak to the world in a way that will be heard.
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Mistress witch writes 