#25 Monday Morning Coffee Post

Such a mess this creation is of beauty and heartache.

We bind in the unicorns and think of them as prisoners when in truth it is us who do the binding that is the prisoner.

When are we going to believe in magic again? Not the Holywood version of romantic notions but real magic that touches our heart and the heart of creation? The magic that is in our breath and that you can hear on the breath of the wind?

See if you can find an everyday and extrodinary little piece of magic occuring this week.