Here’s the thing about me: I love books. And also, I love people. I guess that’s why I love used books so much. I love books that are worn by many fingers; paper creased and rainspotted and written on. Feathers and leaves tucked between pages. Startlingly personal inscriptions, penned into the flyleaf in watery lavender ink. […]
Category: Everyday Magic
The Sunshine State, in Black & White
For a long time now, I’ve had a special place in my heart for Florida. I spent summers there as a kid, tearing around on a bike near the mangroves, coming alive in the steamy green heat. It’s a nostalgic place for me, and like most nostalgic places, it strikes me as beautiful. But. Florida’s […]
magic on the sidewalk …
This weekend, I dare you to believe something radical: Every day, the world tosses magic at your feet. And I could try to write a long treatise to convince you that’s true… Or I could just show you this series of photos, which are literally just shots of chipped concrete and a few stray weeds […]
A Monday-morning call to look again …
Can I tell you something? Can I say it here — now — before the noise of the week presses in and drowns out my words? Oh, friend. Hear me: this world is full of magic. And I believe the best magic waits for those of us who see things a little differently. There’s mystery […]
On Silver Light & Gem-Spangled Spiderwebs: In Search of Rainy-Day Magic
When I wake, the world is filmed with silver rain: the air gray as an antique tintype. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to burrow deeper under the covers, but I don’t. Some instinct drives me out into the cool air and fog, the crunch of first leaves under my feet. I’ve […]
When the Forest Sends Me a Heart-Shaped Love Note …
Every day, this world tries to tell me, in quiet, ordinary ways, that there is love for me here. And also magic. I went on a long walk in the woods yesterday. My mind was cluttered, my heart heavy, but then, this: … A giant leaf like a valentine: soft as parachute silk. Today, I’m wishing you […]
After the Storm
The story you’re about to read is a metaphor. It’s also true. * The storm comes yesterday out of the West, where the sunset should be. Instead, there’s a fast-moving bank of black clouds. I feel it as a pressure behind my eyes first, and then the first clap of thunder cracks over the horizon. I […]
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