Though we often think of magic as FIRE and SPARKLE and wands that ZAP things into frogs or bunnies, magic occurs in the cold for me. A sunset on a beach is stunning and pretty, but walking in the snow in a large city with Christmas lights everywhere and hearing the silence all around, that is magic. Being under loads of covers with a lover while the temps outside are in the 20's, that is magic. Skiing down a hillside and knowing that you are forced to be in the present and one with the mountain, that is magic. There is no time to create TO-DO list whilst careening!
Noticing people scurrying and kids throwing snowballs and Currier and Ives-style sleading in Central Park. That is SO magic. I have seen it and I wept. I feel alive in the cold. I feel exhilarated with the chill and the promise of warmth and home and hearth and soup. SOUP is magic. It just is! Lovers are magic. A tree with lights to me is simple joy. I feel so blessed to have experinced all of this. And being alive is magic in itself.
Bundle up. Put on gloves and a hat and a scarf and notice things. Really notice. Celebrate the magic. Take a lover. Get some soup! Marvel at lights. Wonder. Ski. Sled. Watch the snow outside the window of the Met.
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You are back! We enjoyed a festive Friday for Claire's eight birthday:
http://unionsquareicerink.com/
Followed by hot chocolates adjacent to the rink at Emporio Rulli
http://www.rulli.com/
Then dinner at Scala's Bistro
http://www.scalasbistro.com/ and finally a performance of A Christmas Carol at A.C.T.
http://www.act-sf.org/1011/christmascarol/index.html?gclid=CJTawbrs7KUCFQEGbAodomcFoA
It wasn't cold, but it was full of celebration of the season.
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