I am magic.
I have starlight in my fingertips
and moonbeams streaming from the ends of my hair.
I walk barefoot in the dark
and color in the sunsets.
I take big deep breaths before plunging into cold waters
and let the night sky sing me to sleep.
I feel the heartbeat of the Earth
and the electricity of the Sun.
I sing with the morning songbirds
and call out with the night owls.
I feel midnight approaching from far beyond time
and I hum with the promise of connection.
I am a child of dusk and a lover of dawn
and I forge my path in air and earth
and I do not regret sinking my body into the dewy grass
as I give thanks for another day.
I am bright yellows and golds and flashes of reds
and I feel the tingles of others as they pass me by.
I am not afraid of myself.
I am not alone in my journey.
I have my roots deep into the ground
and I drink deeply and I drink well.
When there are shadows
I am light.
When there is darkness
I am magic.
originally written July 18, 2015
