The Real Magic
Starts when we listen to our needs — I was trying too hard, did too much, and overstretched my time when I finally stopped and bowed my head to the sensibilities tucked inside of rest. Intuitively I was led to the sorcery of the wiry winds walloping wildly. Not exactly a jingle but a ping-a-ting and a swoosh of icy pelts dancing right outside my window. To my surprise I started to sway and my feet followed the flow while my hands orchestrated an invisible symphony, accompanied by those clear crystal bells.