Some people say home is where you come from. 

But I think it’s a place you need to find, 

like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.

Katie Kacvinsky

As a single woman, I am often asked about love. 

People ask whether or not I am ever going to have children (the answer: No), 

why am I single, and, why have I never been married?

Most of the time I am okay answering these questions, 

I know myself well enough to answer them honestly, 

but sometimes I want to turn the questions around and ask people: why are you married?

What makes your heart come alive, really come alive? 

What makes your heart break wide-fucking-open?

How often do you feel that fall-to-the-ground, this-world-is-so-beautiful kind of love? 

Most people would not want, or know how, to answer such questions. 

I live inside these questions most days of my life.

Patricia Dowd

where is the magic gone?

It is hard to live a magical life in a world that disdains and rejects all that I experience and feel on a daily basis as an aberration, a fantasy or even as non-existent.

So many great artists - musicians, authors, painters, and just great spirits - choose to drown themselves in addiction or leave completely, because the over industrialized and cerebral world that we live in cannot - and more importantly, will not - 

support the idea of magical humans living in a magical world.

Magical people leave because it is almost as if there is no oxygen left on this planet that they can breathe. It is too alien and harsh to live in a world of Muggles, when you know 

how it feels to fly amongst the stars and commune with the Divine.

Of course I need to add the challenges of parenting in such a world… how do we preserve the magic for our children while also preparing them for a world which will not respect it?

Russell Brand asked this important question when writing about Robin Williams this week: “What does it say about our society when our brightest lights are extinguishing themselves?”

I do not know what the answer is. 

But I do know that I want to find one, that I want to continue to create 

more and greater art and community that nourishes and nurtures brilliance and magic 

and otherworldly vision. I do not know what form that can, will, 

or should take, but I know I want to find it. 

And maybe, just maybe, some of the more adventurous Muggles will join us.

Our very existence may depend upon it.

Kathleen McGowan

It is well sometimes to half understand a poem 

in the same manner that we half understand the world. 

One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, 

and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. 

There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, 

in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. 

There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.

 G. K. Chesterton, 'Robert Browning'

If you would hold my hand, maybe the rest of me could fall apart. 

I could shed this extra grief and begin again.

Krista Sassni

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