I think pure light has something to do with actually seeing everything at once. It's kind of a nirvana of sorts.
You can take the woman outta the trash, but you can't take the trash out a the woman.
It's all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.
You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.
I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.
I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.
There are no truer choices than those made in crisis, choices made without judgment.
There are as many forms of memory as there are ways of perceiving, and every one of them is worth mining for inspiration.
If I get an idea for a series that I really like, I'm sure I won't be able to resist coming back and doing it.
Jeffrey Carver imagines wonders and allows us to share his vision.