I believe in magic.  I do.

Like…. Finding little little trinkets among leaves, or on the tops of city dumpsters.

Sometimes there are hidden treasures in life.  They could be big….. Or very small.  But no matter the size, when you are lucky enough to have one visit you, no matter how briefly it may be…… these things should be held as…….truly magical.

If I ever quit believing in magical moments, I hope the Big Mamma Fairy Godmother Helga comes down…. pours her bowl of breakfast oatmeal with honey over my head…. and smacks me up side the ol’ noggin’ with her heavy-gauge wand….. The one with the extra big star on top.  I hope she knocks some magical sense back in to me.

The thing of it is… I’ve seen photos of the Big Momma Fairy Helga. Don’t mess with the BMF. It would hurt if she were to smite you or something.  I don’t really care to meet her.  No indeedy.   Or to have her thump me with her sparkly golden baton, for that matter.  So, I do believe in magic, I do.

“That’s the thing with magic. You’ve got to know it’s still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.”    – Charles de Lint