I love that term. Such truth it holds. Life can be a little monotonous (okay, a lot) at times. Wake up. Get dressed. Run errands, or go to work, or go to school. Same thing day after day until your day off comes and you probably spend it relaxing.
But I am a firm believer that there is indeed, magic in every monday and all the days following and leading up to. I am an old soul, a reflective being. Sometimes just sitting on the balcony watching the rain can do wonders for a weary soul..
Serendipity. When you don't expect something to happen and it does. Sometimes, that's how the magic is. Finding money on the ground. Receiving a compliment. Stumbling upon a great find at the thrift store. It's all what you make of it.
This past weekend, I had a yard sale with someone kind enough to let me use their lawn since I have an apartment. Tea was made in anticipation to sell to the customers for 1.00. A huge tent went up to provide shelter from the sweltering heat, made of different fabrics. It was saftey pinned together and we held our breath, hoping it wouldn't fall.
We loved our tent. We talked about it, took pictures of it, sat under it's shade. What other garage sales have tents? And balloons? And Star Wars Happy Birthday banners? And tea?
The tent was our spot. Customers seemed to love wandering around under it, delicately picking up each item placed on the tables beneath it. Records played from inside the house. John Lennon and Pink Floyd among many others. It honestly felt like a coming of age novel. A couple of kids, sipping on lemonade and tea, listening to music with this giant tent overhead.It was...magical.
So go forth and find your magic each day, relishing in the fact that you are alive and get to experience the wonders of a local bookstore or a touching novel or the smile of a child or good food. And when life hands you fabric...make tents. It brings the people together!
