I've touched on a bit how when I was younger I felt this magical presence within my body. I had forgotten about it over the years as I conformed more to religion and less to myself. Locked away behind a hundred tiny doors where these missing pieces of me. The keys were lost for a great deal of time.

Slowly digging my hands in I would unearth a precious little key and open a door here and a door there. Turn a corner to another locked door. Confused, but hopeful the keys would show themselves to me. Soul sisters, warrior women, baba yagas, they helped light lanterns, put a flame to unlit candles and dig with me in the dark shadowy places, the night, unaware of the impact they had on my search. A treasure hunt. Words guiding me. And intuition as my Polaris.

A couple weeks ago a very essential key was found. Hidden in plain sight. Waiting at my feet with a little note attached that said, "It is time." No longer hesitant and with a sure heart, I indeed agreed. It is time. I unlocked the door and was flooded with a feeling I wasn't quite expecting.

Relief.

I feel myself. Completely. Wholly.

Immersing myself in this magical realm, I find familiarity. I find that heart of a little girl, who believed in herself, now residing in my chest alongside knowledge gained from pain, from indiscretions, from learning, from falling in love. Stronger now from life and living. Thankful for the series of events that have gotten her to the place she is at, no matter how much heartbreak, how much fear, and how much loss it took to get here.

That little girl is home again.

She is home and she is screaming, "I am magic!"

Because, don't we all have magic within us?

(The answer is yes. Don't forget that.)

Peace and Love.

Katelyn