Welcome to my ramblings….

I don’t think anybody really reads these things, or maybe it feels safer to say more when you don’t think anybody is listening.

It was my birthday on 27 April and I now am 44 and it feels good to be here for the moment, but moments are only moments and change like the British weather.

But saying that I am beginning to understand how magical a moment can be.

Especially when you learn you can’t chase a moment.

It has to come to you and they do all the time.

But we seem blind to most of them.

Either we are looking the wrong way or too afraid to open our eyes.

The best ones hit like a tingling shock inside your inner being.

Then spread like a gentle warmth through your spirit, like feeling the sun on your face, but on the inside of your heart.

Well to me anyway.

The worst ones, we give the power to change us and they usually do.

Till one morning you wake up not knowing who anyone is anymore, especially yourself.

Well the moment or should I say moments that continually bring magic into my life is my daughter.

She’s nearly three now and teaching me how to be a child again and magic does exist.

Magic has always been very important to me.

Magic is the prospect that anything is possible and once you understand that then you can start to become a magician in your own life.

You are a reflection of your relationships, an illusion conjured by yourself constrained only by your imagination of what can be and what is.

Why would you ever want to put a limit on that.

But we do.

What’s your illusion?

If you got this far thanks for listening to mine.