I See Magic

History came to life the first time I set foot upon the walled city of Chester, UK. I was ten, and my father had brought the whole family to the place of his upbringing. I knew from my schooling all about walled cities, and quickly rambled off facts, my mind exploding as the revelations unfolded.

Years later, I would visit a cousin in Bristol. Walking the streets, I marvelled at the architecture, and the miracle that I should be in this place experiencing life from a new perspective. And then, we turned a corner and entered the area known as Clifton, and I felt as if I’d been transported into a fairytale – the quaintness of the buildings lending a surreal air.

“Why travel, when I have everything I need here?” a friend once said to me. “I’m content with life as it is.”

I understand the comfort of what is known – and the danger. Only by venturing into the unknown do we reach new depths, and touch the magical.

I have been fortunate to travel widely, experiencing many “pinch me” moments. I have been surprised by how much more I’ve discovered about myself in the process.

(Post inspired by Willow Poetry’s challenge: What Do You See? Photo supplied as prompt.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

9 thoughts on “I See Magic

  1. Interesting write from you V.J. You are fortunate to be physically capable of travelling and to broaden your knowledge from these experiences. Thank you for sharing your inspiring story.

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