angel with sputtering raindropped wings
i didn't have snow, but i had sparklers and rain, and i had a girl with red hair, and together we had the first morning of a new year surrounding us. be an angel, i told her, and we lit her wings.
The Year of Ordinary Magic
yesterday i got an invitation to come play.
we are making angels, they said, and you should too, snow or not, and you should spend the rest of the year with your hands held open, catching that magic you always talk about, and sharing it. it will be fun!!
this is how the universe works when it's happy.
i didn't choose a word this year. i'd toyed with the idea of choosing a color, maybe a different color each month, but even that felt too binding, too constricting, when i wanted to just feel free, and really, i am just exhausted with rules and how-to-do-thises-and-thats; on pinterest, i'd even seen a list of guidelines for being a free spirit, which is seriously just the saddest funny thing ever. and then, the invitation.
we will play all year. we will talk about the everyday ordinary magic that surrounds us - leaves shaped like arrows pointing us down the right road, the feather of a mockingbird floating through a foggy morning - or we'll show you, or we'll do both, and we'd like you to join us. whenever you want, however you want. just look for the ordinary magic and share. we'd love to see.