So the house is cleansed. As a parting shot, whatever blight was on its way out caused me to burn my leg. It hurt like the dickens and will probably leave a permanent mark. That’s OK. I can take a hit. I have plenty of other scars and I love them ALL. They’re proof I’m badass, have done shit, have taken blows and survived.
Immediately following the cleansing, I began to feel better–about everything–though nothing in my life had changed, but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? The positive vibes, including the ones from all of you, were everywhere. It all helped. I was feeling lucky and grateful, something I hadn’t felt in months despite getting to the end of cancer treatments a little over two months ago. So this morning I was looking for a quote about writing and magic and found this one:
“That’s the thing with magic. You’ve got to know it’s still here, around us, or it just stays invisible for you.” — Charles de Lint
So today, my wish for all of us is that we believe in our own magic so that it stays visible all around us, and transforms the impossible into possible, the negative into positive, the block into flow.
As for me, I am writing again. I believe in the possibility of creating again. I penned a truly horrible poem just to prove that I wasn’t taking it all so seriously (a. No, I was not purposefully trying to make it bad, it just came out that way, and b. Don’t worry, I will not deface your eyeballs with it). And for the foreseeable future, as far as my writing is concerned, I’m just going to do whatever the hell I want.