I believe in magic. One day, when Tom and I rode home together I asked him, “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could hire a giant to get us ahead of all these other cars?” Sometimes I wonder if we would not be so quick to cut down trees if trees could move around on their own and choose for themselves where they wanted to stay.
One night I dreamt of a giant monster covered in straw, wrecking telephone polls and power lines. The next day, I read a book with that same monster in it. I never read that book before. Does that mean that somewhere there are giants straw monsters somewhere in this world?
Even in and around Portland, I’ve been to places on my walks where I’ve felt magic – a combination of smells, sounds and visual stimulation that just seemed otherworldly. Here is a picture I took on one of those days though of course it doesn’t do it justice.
That place is gone. Workers destroyed it so they could park their cars and build condos. I’m sure it will pop up again, maybe somewhere else, maybe in the same place when the workers are done.
I believe in magic. It’s always been a part of me, through my dreams and my imagination. And maybe one day, if I work really hard, I’ll be able to create magic too.