Steady Magic

2024.12.03

Good morning that wonderful way.

Sunshine's on the way.

Abe's in his winter coat lying down on the porch in anticipation of it.

How'd you do yesterday?

Everything go according to plan?

Had to tweak a few things around?

Well, you made it, so not too bad.

Every today makes a new tomorrow; hope is a necessary part of each day.

Glad you're here. There are so many other places to be.

Thank you for reading.

What The Sun knows he keeps from the moon, a hoarding older brother.

But the Moon carries magic, conducts the tides.

There's no life without the rolling waves.

Keep it going Moon. Keep singing your waves cymbal crash each shore.

"Gnome, dragons, fae and color. What you up to Wynn?"

Stories take time; they don't write themselves.

Such a big part of my dreamscape, been tough to keep it from the journal.

One day you'll read this again and say, "Oh, he was writing about that."

Enough teasers. Onto the next.

The world wants to dance, wants to sing its spin thing.

We should thank Her for using cruise control, locking in the speed. Be a bumpy nauseous ride otherwise.

We should thank the trees for the air. Without many thanks they tank up and crank out the breeze for us to share.

We should thank The Moon for the rising tide and fall. Without which there's no Life at all.

Though maybe it's magic that makes the rain wave each wave.

Maybe the wind flutes a wizard's song.

Maybe, just maybe, though I think more than a scientist will admit, magnificent, miraculous spells spin the sphere.

I will tell you any scientist worth the salt of the sea, dreams of magic and not math as the ruler of the world.

Because math measures steady magic.

The super in supernatural means rules can't rule it.

Take care, cast a spell, feel well, thank a tree with a thought, and have your better day.