No, there are no beefcake strippers. Sorry to disappoint.
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Last night I had a dream that Nicolas Cage came to my home, and said hello to my son. I was trying to explain to my son who Nic Cage is, and all I could think to say is that “he loves Superman, like you do! He named his son Kal-El!” And then I pointed to Nic’s rad Superman socks, which were clearly visible as he was wearing them with loafers. Most of the rest of this dream will remain between me and my dream journal but I will mention the part where he (Nic) was adamant that werewolves and vampires are real and he actually knows some of them.
(Also I think he might have been doing lines of cocaine off my duvet cover while I was talking to him?)
So this morning at breakfast, as he is wont to do, my elder son asked me about my dreams. I told him about this one, since he was in it, and we chatted about magic(k)al creatures and beings and possibilities. It is Magic Monday, after all, so what better day to hope them into being over scrambled eggs than today?
The Universe sent us the greatest tie-in today, in the form of a letter. It was addressed to Emmett and the postmark said “ALASKAN WILDERNESS”. I asked him who in the world he knows in Alaska, to which he replied as most pre-teens do to most questions: “I dunno”. Turns out the letter was from Santa himself, and the details are too precious for public consumption but suffice it to say we have proof of magic – and on Magic Monday!
All this talk about aliens showing up on 12/21 or “making themselves known” makes me think, what if it isn’t aliens? What if all the others are going to reveal themselves? The vampires and witches and such? That might be cool. I mean, I don’t really care if you’re a werewolf or whatever as long as you’re going to continue to be a good neighbor and not eat me, knowwhatimean?
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Aside from that magic, there was other magic to be observed today. Black storm clouds rolled across the horizon this morning and I thought it might be a gloomy day. But driving back home from school drop-off, I looked at the skyline and in the distance I saw the faintest sliver of pink and orange light. So small it was almost imperceivable, but I kept my eye on it as I made my way back home. Once parked, I jumped out to photograph it and luckily I succeeded, with a gorgeous shot. It’s a panorama that shows the blackness of the sky all around where I was standing, and this one colored spot just over the hill.
A few moments later I took another photograph and realized that the light area was beginning to spread, and the darkness was moving away. It was a message, I thought. A message that even the smallest light can have an effect. A near-unseen glimmer can be enough to clear out an untold amount of darkness. I was reminded of Bob Marley, who said “light up the darkness”. He said other things that I hold close to my heart, too, but that’s the one that came to mind. Light up the darkness. You can’t know before you try just whose life may be changed or in what way, but you better believe that your light can make a difference.
By afternoon, the skies were a pristine blue, and there were no clouds in sight.
I posted about it on social media and in the evening I had a thought, as I sometimes do. I wondered if people see these things I say, or write, or post, and think, “Who does she think she is?” Years ago I’d have been offended in imagination, mentally rehearsed and recited a defense, and even felt the emotions that would accompany it.
Today I giggled, because I am not coming from an ego place at all. If that’s the question you’re asking then you are missing the point entirely. It’s not about who I think I am. It’s about who I think you are. Who you could be. Who we are, collectively. I can see the power in you, you know? The magic. I can see the light.
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I wore my goddess amulet today, some tight jeans and a tiger-print sweater with zebra-print rain boots. (Did I mention the ominous clouds? I legitimately thought we were in for some flash floods.) I straightened my hair and moisturized my face, but didn’t wear makeup because I hate the way it feels on my skin. I felt so good, so confident. Beautiful. Radiant.
This Magic Monday, I am grateful. Grateful for conversations about mythical beings with my small humans, grateful that nature speaks directly to me in the most subtle and profound ways, grateful that I am not the person I once was – in heart or in spirit. Even grateful that at my age and ending this difficult year, I am still capable of feeling beautiful just as I am.
That is also magic.