Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.
-unknown
Magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide.
-Ben Okri
Lots of times things happen that are like magical gifts from the sky...it's like the shooting star that you least expect...or the little touch of fate that gives you hope. It's the moments that are magical when all else fades and your left standing with nothing...but the simple feeling that magic was sprinkled upon you. It may take some time to realize what the magic behind the scenes really meant, but none the less it left the heart and soul in state of pure delight. Could magic fall like that again and be the art of fate that leads me to the magic dust?
