The magic of inspiration

I believe that each of us has magic in us. I have always been on the lookout for something that was meant to be in that special way that only magic shows us. I see that magic in my sons when they talk about solving a ping in an engine, earning a prize in a game, or completing something that was hard. I see it in my friends when we experience something new together, solve a problem, hug when we are scared or sad. I see magic when I visit bead shops, quilt shops, and fabric shops. I see magic when walking down yarn isles or hearing friends talk about different types of stitches or markers, so you don’t slip a stitch. I see the light of reluctant pride when someone gifts a homemade craft. And the moment of uncertainty in their work.

I watch my friend’s eyes light with magic when she talks about how she can make these tags, costumes, elf ears for her son, or shelves for her kitchen purposely burning wood to make it ridiculously lovely.

It’s this moment of light and wonder that bursts out into the world. This moment that mass produced, inexpensive items simply cannot capture. The moment where human hearts spilled a little and made something that could never be replicated. That moment of magic.

We all have it in us. Each of us express it differently.