dispatches from the wild interior: September 14, 2020

The Magician: I was reading a post yesterday about how everyone has a small, unrecognized magic they rarely notice – one person never ever twists their ankle even if they step in a hole, another can sleep absolutely anywhere, another always knows where the silverware is kept in any kitchen. Today, let us not disregard any of our magics, no matter how seemingly small. And let us not aim to entrepreneurize them, but love them in their apparent refusal of monetization, their infinite non-utilitarian beauty. Love them for the odd grace with which they light us, when we let them.