Seeing Magic

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”-W.B. Yeats

I didn't get a chance to take a picture of today's sunrise, but let me tell you, 

it was full of magic.

I continue to discover that my senses go through seasons. 

At my lowest point of grief, my senses were dull and the world looked colorless. 

As I healed, grew, changed and embraced the 'new me' I started seeing 

color, movement, goodness and magic.

Today I was reminded {yet again!} that I am not alone, that there is hope in surprising places and that I have very patient senses that WILL see the world that is FULL of magic. 

P.S.

This little ditty by The Shins is also reminding me to listen to all the voices of encouragement around me. 

Thanks, friends, for reminding me to 

"Open up your parachute, something's gotta stop the free fall."