from pages this morning

weather today:

And I’d love to be filled up with energy and adventure even days I don’t start my car – I guess like Emily Dickinson (her or someone) – I feel like it a lot and hope to vibrate creating energy and life force and huge pillows of gratitude every one of these days I get.

Now I have another one, and I’ve meditated and drank coffee and prayed and read and wrote a poem (and) now these pages, and the sun still to enter the picture.

Is this permission for magic?