A week ago I lay under one of my favorite trees in my neighborhood, feeling the light breeze on my skin, listening to the sounds of the city around me and watching the fireflies light up the night until the sky got dark enough that they put their light away for the evening.
Magic. Fireflies are pure, unadulterated magic.
There were other things I could have been doing that evening. I definitely had work that could have been done, chores needed doing…any number of things. That list of responsibilities didn’t go away because I spent time under that tree…it never does. Turns out my list was still there waiting for me when I got home.
But I paused, I lay in the grass, and I just allowed the magic of the beautiful evening to wash over me. Fireflies above my head, the moon in the sky to the west, the sounds of life all around me. Pure, unadulterated magic.
My dear friends, I hope we can give ourselves permission to seek out and make a little more magic in our week, even if it requires us to leave some responsibilities for another time.
Have a magical week, my friends.
Hi, I'm Krista!
Krista Mason is a yoga and fitness instructor based in Washington DC. She owns an online studio and loves it!