Back Deck Breakfast

I have been waiting for this my entire life – a back deck of my own.

I woke up this morning to a brand new spring day.

Someone close by is mowing their lawn, so I can even smell fresh cut grass.

We ate breakfast outside and I sipped my coffee absentmindedly and drank in the gorgeousness of the outdoors.

A wonderful gift from nature today.

The birds are singing their songs and the bees are collecting their nectar.

It is a sweet reminder of the childhood I had.

I have always loved the outdoors. Even when I felt like I didn’t get enough of it, I felt like there was some kind of magic in the woods, or maybe something being whispered in the waves.

When I was young, I thought I must have had some sort of special connection to the earth or maybe there was a little bit of magic in me somewhere. I thought I communicated with animals and I had the ability to change my situations with mere thought alone.

I was an imaginative child.

As an adult I have realized these things either have faded, or were child’s play.

I am no different than my neighbour – but we are all unique.

I have no telepathic or psychic abilities – although some friends would suggest otherwise because I am very good at reading people and predicting outcomes.

I can’t wave my hand and change the direction of the wind.

I don’t have the power to cast enchantments.

But, I don’t have to.

I don’t have to be magical in order to see the magic in everyday life.

Magic isn’t some sort of spell or conjuring.

It is a feeling.

It is the oddity that we are all here at this exact moment.

It is the moment the sun warms your face.

It is the feeling of ecstasy when you have those full belly laughs and when your cheeks start to hurt from laughing so hard with someone you love dearly.

It is the glorious feeling of a back deck breakfast on a sunny Wednesday morning.

Love yourself,


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