I remember feeling like there was magicall around me. In every shadowy corner. Beneath every rock. Days spent looking at the flowers beneath the surface of the water. Making teepees in the woods. Forming secret clubs. Feeling the grass between my toes. Getting dirtyand liking it.
Lately the magic has not surfaced. Lately it's been distilled. Diluted. There is nothing beneath the surface of the water. Only the task of pushing through it and attending to it. Mundane. I haven't noticed the clouds making faces at me.
I need rejuvenation. I need to feel the magic in my fingers. To see it come out in red and yellow streaks. I need to be muddy and build fires and see faces in the smoke. I need to lay in the grass and let the bugs crawl on my toes. Why is it so hard to get what you need sometimes? Why does it feel so challenging to do simple tasks. Everything takes so much effort. It's so difficult.
Is it just a shift in perception that changes and makes everything magical again? I wonder what causes that shift and how to get my hands on it.