Gratitude
The Mundane is Magic
I was rinsing off my paintbrush when I had the sinking realization that perhaps all the tiny moments where I whispered to myself, "My, what good luck!" were actually little bits of magic because maybe real magic is mundane, it doesn't come bounding in announcing itself by its full, government name, instead magic finds a way to weave itself so seamlessly into our everyday lives that it goes unnoticed in that normalized way that way where if you were asked, sure, you're conscious of the odds and how you beat them in the most surprising ways, but don't people do that all the time? What if magic is happening every millisecond? Each time a cell splits in mitosis, every new hair growing on your head, every single spider baby pouring from one egg, maybe that's all magic. Who's to say it's not?
By Lolly Vieira3 months ago in Poets
Summer Bliss
What does summer feel like? It feels like the heat of the sun beating down on your head, warming your skin as the day stretches endlessly ahead. It feels like the refreshing touch of lake water flowing through your hair as you dip beneath the surface, surrounded by the gentle movement of waves created by passing boats and the rhythmic crashes against the shore.
By Adrianna M. Braun3 months ago in Poets
