What is magic.
Harry Potter and Hocus Pocus?
That is not magic.
Magic is joy and life and love.
It is a babies ability to make complete strangers smile, it is the momentary connection with strangers while waiting for a bus.
This is our magic.
Mundane magic.
We dream of magical abilities.
The ability to move things with their minds, to make potions.
But we forget to see the magic that we do have,
The magic to make potions of love; to move people through music, and poetry, and art.
To make life itself.
That is the magic I dream of.
I dream of having the ability to make the perfect cup of coffee every time,
The ability to always find four leaf clovers.
Momentary mundane magic that fills our world.
That is real magic.
