Something inside of me hungers for magic. It is a part of me that was dead for so many years. As a child, I felt this magic.

Would the evidence of this love around us right now blind us with it's brilliance?  

The "me" from five years ago seems odd, strange, distant... was that "me"?   I wonder...

So, does healing always involve pain?

We matter.  Each one of us.  Our journey matters.  Our choices matter.  ...