“There is no use trying,” said Alice: “one can’t believe in impossible things.”
“I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why sometimes I’ve believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
—Lewis Carroll
It was something to do with the sound... the way sound made images, shell within shell of them softly unclosing... the way words became colors and scents... and the surprise when it happened, the ache of desire, the surge of excitement, the sense of fulfillment, the momentary perception of something unknowable....
—Rosamond Lehmann
Magic
I love the feeling when magic is inseparable
from life, all the elements are in play.
The ocean pulling silently upon sand.
The moon, though there, is invisible.
A wading bull seal watches his mate
posing statuesquely, upon dry shore.
We watch each other, through a fog penetrable,
only by interception of blue, brown eyes.
We accidently seek, a soft touching of hands
before pulling and pulled into arms not our own.
The ocean roars, the sea gulls applaud.
Air, earth, fire and sea move in unison.
Sometimes it happens, just so, and the joy
within us explodes, releasing this magic —
to live in that absence of space between us.
Photo Credit: Brush Dance