I believe in guardian angels. Mine’s name is Mary. I met her almost 20 years ago through the Old Town School of Folk Music’s referral program. Every year around this time, I have the pleasure of recording her original music. Her songs break my heart a little more every year. She sees me, and I see her. She comes into my life just when I need her music most. It feels like magic.
Chilly magic. There wasn’t much heat in the room. But magic all the same.
Reader, I’m keeping it short tonight to spend time with my family. Be on the lookout for magic this week. Even in the darkest times, it’s there. I’ll see you next Monday. -Em
