this i believe

i believe in magic.

i believe that it lives in every thing in every where in every how, as long as we have the right eyes to see it. we give names strange & common, but all the breath i breathe & the love i make & the world i meet; it's magic.

magic can be hidden in forgotten-walled-paintings & found in the world captured inside. magic can be word changes with another and tapping into the conscious float above. magic can be finding a stone that makes you heal, or a shell that makes you grow, or a hand whose heart makes you whole. magic can be dreaming & waking when you intend it.

i believe that magic is within and without and permeates all. magic is what makes me rise & fall, it's what makes me move. i believe finding my magic & seeing yours is what keeps my blood shining & my lungs gleaming & my hands bewitching. magic is what made me find life & it's what makes me live it well.

i believe we all should learn our own magic. then the mundane can die to itself and our world can be a bit more fairy-dusted & werewolf-filled. i believe that makes much more sense than this nightmare reality we all find so safe.

i believe in the witchy side of life, here's to tipping more off my rocker til i take my broom to the moon. i bet there's more magic up there anyway.

home

homeless means homes of many places.

my brain has learned it before, but these months it's begun to mean something new. before, it meant that i had my place, be it heavy funked air of bluefields or the buffalo ridden suburbian oasis (e.g. daniel's park or pearl street walk) or the freedom sands of samara.

but now, now it means the arms of my durangatangs that don't mind my gypsy year & the county road two fifty night sky & turtle lake's hidden valley hugs & knowing that my family is ever growing, even though some choose to leave. my home is those who love me regardless, my home is those who love me because, my home is here, my home all those wheres.

as i become more me, and my path finds those who will landcrab as we work or those who play with rocks in peruvian jungle, i know i am home. as i discover my onions & they laugh with my layers & they crinkle with my strangeness, i know i am following where i'm meant.

thank you to those that know, and those that shelter, & those that rise with me. & those who have left, i understand them too. we had our time & perhaps it was long or maybe just short, but my love follows all that have kept my feet chasing. my heart beats with all my homes be it person or place, & she's grateful for all that's come.

my chest doesn't weigh tonight, or maybe it just weighs with all the goodness she's been gifted. this life we've created together is magic beyond print.