Such a mess this creation is of beauty and heartache.
We bind in the unicorns and think of them as prisoners when in truth it is us who do the binding that is the prisoner.
When are we going to believe in magic again? Not the Holywood version of romantic notions but the real magic that touches our heart and the heart of creation? The magic that is in our breath and that you can hear on the breath of the wind?
See if you can find an every day extraordinary little piece of magic occurring this week.
I live together with my two little rabbit friends in Denmark, in the region of Northern Zealand. I have a small house surrounded by small and great trees, wildlife, and organic farming. I grow many of my own vegetables throughout summer and fall, and in the wintertime, I am nestled down in woolen blankets in front of the woodstove. And, that by the way is what ‘Hygge’ is all about.