When I was in the twenties I read books about witchcraft. I suppose I wanted to conjure up the stuff of my dreams, cast spells to manifest my desires. Now, in mid-life as I look back, I realize that my most sincere wishes have been granted.
When I was in my thirties I wanted to be in a committed relationship with a man who was my equal. Bill may not look like he arrived via fairy godmother, but my relationship with him is everything I wished for. In my forties I wished for a home, a place to belong, soil in which to plant deep roots. Living in the Palouse is sometimes like living in a fairy tale for me. I am enchanted by the coffee houses and the people and the magical way the light hits the surrounding hills.
I am only now becoming aware of just how powerful wishes can be. When I was younger I thought that making dreams come true was all about finding the right strategy and employing it effectively. I am starting to realize that there are no magic spells, only clear intentions.
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