Magical Wishing Wells

Magic comes from the pebble stones and wishing wells, pennies thrown into future hopes and tiny waves leading to giant oceans. It created The Wizard of Oz and Judy Garland, getting Dorothy home with three clicks of the heels and a longing. Sometimes magic is a Mary Poppins unbrella in the rain when all I need to do is believe the sun will shine again. If there's ever a voice to be heard in the world, magic is like a quiet friend that taps me on the shoulder when I least expect it. I turn around to see who is there and I'm face-to-face with the the very one I've needed to see that day. I notice these coincidences arrive when I've tripped over time and stumbled on a feeling that comes. The older days of wonderous joy comes to mind and the little girl within me takes a hold of my hand. We walk together and share our magical dreams.