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Welcome to my blog. I'm Emily, a writer and spiritual retreat leader based in Chicago, Il.

The Magic I learned

The Magic I learned

I walked up the hill, it 

grew windier & wilder

the stars stretched out

like holes on parchment

like tight rope walkers 

clinging in mid-air

the smallest place in the universe, or the

place to feel the smallest 

is the hill in the backyard

of the house at the end of the street.


My father once told me

(in the way he taught me most magic)

‘you know’, he said, his voice swift and quiet,

‘the light you see 

isn’t really now,

the light you see is thousands of years old

stars are so far away light takes ages to get here.’

 

I imagined myself for years afterward

standing on the hill in the backyard of a planet

sitting on the porch with the ghosts of 

other worlds,

glasses of iced tea 

clinking in our hands

talking and laughing

with the ones

separated

by unthinkable time and distance

wondering here on the hill, in the yard,

what sort of magic their fathers taught them.

Starting Fresh: On Death and Rebirth

Starting Fresh: On Death and Rebirth

Gratitude for a Messy Life

Gratitude for a Messy Life