Life, like nature hiking paths, constitution of minute miracles
Do they still exist, occur even if we’re not looking, tunneling throughout with bat vision and or ambivalently watching where we step?
I believe the magick is still all around us girding our essence, our frequency our resonance, manifesting a constant of tiny miracles enhancing entertaining enlivening what might be a mundane existence
Often lines are blurred confusing the two in our minds. Maybe that’s part of the problem. Maybe the 2 should be jumbled up in our hearts not our minds. At the very least, our din should start there, I think.
There I go again using my mind as opposed to feeling first.