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“Magic Hands”

A Ramble

Since I was a wee one, family and friends would call me magic hands!

I’ve been drawn to nature in a very deeply spiritual way and remember holding ceremony in the lush forest as a young girl in my patent leather church shoes, then after awhile barefoot on the wet mossy earthen floor, feeling her. Feeling her is magic. She is part of me. On these Sunday afternoons when I would beg my mom (like my life depended on it), to drop me off miles away from home, near “the pond” (90’s childhood all the way). This was on our way home from church, it was a pull from the center of my being-- the plants, the creek, the creatures, and the wind spoke to me so deeply I would cry and my soul would speak back, the wind would blow when I asked it to, I would find magical things every time. Ceremony is magic. Call me a tripper or an optimist if you want, I see beautiful magic everywhere, and I desire to make magic my path, that is one thing I know is true in a very false world. Truth is magic. I remember knowing the moon phases by heart as a young woman, I had a special rock where I would go to at night and “breath in the moon”! The moon is magic. Plant medicine speaks to me, naturally. I eat wild plants, they let me. Plants are magic. I would cook meals for me and my family as my parents both worked full time and were often too exhausted to take care of this need, and I enjoyed it, I’d make medicine! Food is magic. I remember alphabetizing my parents pantry and labeling the categories with masking tape labels. Order is important to me and is magical. As a young woman I was hyper focused on health and would run miles through the woods and smell her delicious smells. Nature is magic. I have always written things down, profound things...I carried a tape recorder for awhile, because the muse would turn on while I was driving...My voice is magic, and so is yours. I cry like it’s my duty to the human race, like I’m telling you to effing feel something. When the “feels” come on strong my palms pulse and heat up, like they are saying “give this to someone, it’s too good to feel alone”, it’s a pull. Feeling is magic. I have always enjoyed taking care of people, animals, plants, food, and children, a born mama love, really. Caring is magic.

My hands are magic.

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