I put on my magic necklace in hopes it will impart on me some power of writing, of creativity, of resilience. (It’s day two of a month of writing and I’m already floundering, how about you?)
Some magic is in there still, in the delicate heart with dinosaur wings hanging from a thin sparkling thread. It binds me to other humans — most of whom I’ve never met in real life. Or maybe this life is more real?
This writing life where words connect our souls without interference from the world around us… What better way is there to know someone? Small talk and social obligations? Mediocre first dates reminiscent of job interviews: poorly articulated applications for romance?
Where’s the magic in that?
The magic necklace transports me back to a moment in time at the end of a quest, precipitated by a wild suggestion to a fellow blogger that I ride my motorcycle halfway down the continent’s coast simply to say hello.
Seven days of spectacularly scenic riding later, we said hello, and many other things, because even though it was the first time meeting “in real life” we had already known so much of each other’s life and love and loss.
Before I left, she gave me the magic necklace.
So much more life has happened since then, and — from my end at least — not a whole lot of blogging. But I’m still here, writing again, searching for inspiration, and maybe even daring to hope for more magical connections.
Perhaps you’ll be one of them? Thanks for being here, please say hello in the comments down below! (Even better, share a story of an epic adventure (or quest) you’ve been on!) 💫