Poison Toadstools

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Magic is...well....magical!

The following quote  touches all my mystical, whimsical senses. It is Robert McCammon's quote from his book, Boy's Life.

"We all start out knowing Magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand.
But then we get the Magic educated right out of our Souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our WILDness and youth, and because the Magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves."

Do you know people who have let the vibrancy of their souls wither? Have you noticed that most of those people try to get the magic back by attempting to squeeze it out of others? These people are poison toadstools. 

There is no handbook for living our lives but I am sure if there was, there would definitely be a chapter on keeping your magic and it would start out with "Avoid the poison toadstools!"

There would also, most certainly, be a chapter on feeding the soul. Directives may include playing in the dirt, dancing at dawn (and noon and dusk and midnight), making love in a forest (often), carry a quilt in the trunk of your car for spontaneous cloud watching and, definitely,  swimming naked.

One of the most important things about keeping your magic is not hiding it in the shadows. Let your magic shine, sing to those birds, read those clouds and get those toes of yours in some sand!

Rejoice in your magic!