In the absence of magic

…awaits magic.

Dawn says when you’re doing what you should be doing, things fall into place and go your way. I notice this when I’m in a groove, writing: strange coincidences or connections emerge. Small things, that make my life feel charmed.

Like the time I came across a dead snake in our driveway, and my Merriam-Webster word of the day was “Caduceus.” I found out that same day my mom was being treated for cancer, and saw the symbol of the dead snake as a kind of ancient message, the world trying to communicate something to me.

This week, it’s been radio silence. But later today, we board a plane and go back in time.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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