You know what’s magic?
This is.
This moment is magic.
This moment where he is gone
and he can’t tell me what to do
any longer.
You know what else is magic?
That I can feel my creativity
returning,
rolling on the long waves of my breath,
coming back home to me.
Today I wrote in the morning,
taught in the afternoon,
and played guitar in the evening.
I took a long hot bath, a magic bath,
with candles, crystals, roses, incense,
chocolate, wine,
Music and a willingness to heal.
It doesn’t matter if the piles of our shared life
now are bunched together on the floor
like garbage.
He left them
and I can process them…
the pictures of our togetherness, our happiness…
when will the sadness leave?

Today’s prompt was about magic.  I wrote about baths, because baths are magical.