One of my favorite authors, Sarah Addison Allen. In her own words, her books are all about magical realism. My thought is, of course they are, what other can of realism is there?
Her characters are all quirky, magical and sometimes not even human. A psychic apple tree, books, a lucky red sweater! I love every word and every sentence, but most importantly, I have absolutely no trouble believing it all!
Haven't you ever had a book jump out at you while walking through the aisles of the local library or Barnes and Noble? Ever been stuck in a major dilemma, wondering what to do, asking Source a question and listing your alternatives over and over in your head; then you turn on the television, radio or just walk into a room of strangers and hear the exact words or phrase you needed to resolve the problem?
Life is magical. Anyone who says it's not is living in a dark and dreary dream.
Liv, one of my most magical friends would say that life is numinous. She might reach up first, holding her hands about a half inch from her curly salt and pepper locks at her temples and tweak her amygdala's forward (funny how they always need a little adjustment, amygdala, not locks!). If you take a picture of her she often has various globes floating about her, or a wavy aura. Word to the wise, if Livvie points at you, duck!
Mitch, another mystical friend exuded magic. While escaping from communist Yugoslavia, Alchemy followed and obeyed his every thought. The full moon in the sky was like a spot light on him, pointing him out to border guards. He turned moonlight into cloud cover. When the darkness proved too much he called in the occasional lightening to illuminate the trail and thunder to cover up the noise of scrambling through the underbrush. He escaped the walls of his prison and found that he even had more freedom than the Nazi guards. He believed in magic and freedom of spirit, the guards believed in restrictions and restraints.
My granddaughter, before she believed in the solid world, passed her fingers sideways through my nose. She giggled and said, "Nana, when you are asleep, I can wave my fingers through your nose!" I wasn't asleep, and I felt those little fingers pass through me like ticklish stirrings of air. It was remarkable.
Mary, another one of my magical friends (Happy Birthday, Mary) can read your mind, can find a missing person or your keys by just reaching into the ethers.
Are Liv, Mitch, Jocilyn or Mary more magical than you? Of course not, they just believe in living life to the fullest. They don't believe in limitations. They know in the very deepest part of their souls that everything and anything is possible and they aren't afraid to dip into the possibilities.
Roll your sleeves up, friends. Take a deep breath, slip that cloak of limitations off your shoulders and make some magic!
Her characters are all quirky, magical and sometimes not even human. A psychic apple tree, books, a lucky red sweater! I love every word and every sentence, but most importantly, I have absolutely no trouble believing it all!
Haven't you ever had a book jump out at you while walking through the aisles of the local library or Barnes and Noble? Ever been stuck in a major dilemma, wondering what to do, asking Source a question and listing your alternatives over and over in your head; then you turn on the television, radio or just walk into a room of strangers and hear the exact words or phrase you needed to resolve the problem?
Life is magical. Anyone who says it's not is living in a dark and dreary dream.
Liv, one of my most magical friends would say that life is numinous. She might reach up first, holding her hands about a half inch from her curly salt and pepper locks at her temples and tweak her amygdala's forward (funny how they always need a little adjustment, amygdala, not locks!). If you take a picture of her she often has various globes floating about her, or a wavy aura. Word to the wise, if Livvie points at you, duck!
Mitch, another mystical friend exuded magic. While escaping from communist Yugoslavia, Alchemy followed and obeyed his every thought. The full moon in the sky was like a spot light on him, pointing him out to border guards. He turned moonlight into cloud cover. When the darkness proved too much he called in the occasional lightening to illuminate the trail and thunder to cover up the noise of scrambling through the underbrush. He escaped the walls of his prison and found that he even had more freedom than the Nazi guards. He believed in magic and freedom of spirit, the guards believed in restrictions and restraints.
My granddaughter, before she believed in the solid world, passed her fingers sideways through my nose. She giggled and said, "Nana, when you are asleep, I can wave my fingers through your nose!" I wasn't asleep, and I felt those little fingers pass through me like ticklish stirrings of air. It was remarkable.
Mary, another one of my magical friends (Happy Birthday, Mary) can read your mind, can find a missing person or your keys by just reaching into the ethers.
Are Liv, Mitch, Jocilyn or Mary more magical than you? Of course not, they just believe in living life to the fullest. They don't believe in limitations. They know in the very deepest part of their souls that everything and anything is possible and they aren't afraid to dip into the possibilities.
Roll your sleeves up, friends. Take a deep breath, slip that cloak of limitations off your shoulders and make some magic!
Points taken dear Wanderer.
ReplyDeleteJoy always,
Susan