When I Forget I am Magic

When I forget I am a creature of magic forged in the diamond fires of stardust and sunshine… I feel confused and only partially alive. When I forget that I can create moments of exquisite beauty in the blink of an eye… I get distracted by the noise of striving, pushing and competing, and I feel frustrated. When I forget I can hear the gentle whispers of the trees, the wisdom of the whales and dolphins, and the loving messages of the Earth… I feel lonely and unsettled. When I forget that my inner child is the most joyful, magical being I’ve ever met, and I forget to listen to her voice… I feel despondent and disconnected. When I forget I am magic… I don’t Continue reading When I Forget I am Magic