Everyday I look for a little piece of magic, a flicker feather, a beach agate, the scrabbled song of a hummingbird, a warm patch of sun, a wild berry, an owl pellet, the glitter spot where the sun hits the water. If I like you, I will tell you about these moments of magic and bring you bits of evidence in the hope that you too will feel that upwelling, that expansion in your chest, spreading each rib a little bit farther apart. I string these moments together like breadcrumbs. When I am lost I follow them back to the source.
I believe in revelations. Information that filters through the intricate web of my subconscious to pop out fully formed, incontrovertible. Sometimes meeting a person can be like that. Afterwards all the colors look a little truer. I feel one step closer to myself. And I wonder how could I not have known them before? I am always watching for revelations.