Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
Prompt: "I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to." Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings What does enchantment mean to you? ---- When I was a child, my small place (palace—I first typed by mistake) of enchantment was under the tables whose tablecloths hung to the floor. That probably started my lifelong need for solitude, at least now and then. Enchantment to me is a sudden feeling of delight as if hit by a magic spell. Usually, it happens with little things. Sometimes, my small places of enchantment stay in fleeting moments. The other day, while I was washing the dishes, a tiny bird watched me from the side of the roof. I took a photo of it since my cell was in my pocket, which isn’t a good likeness of it at all, but the moment was enchanting if only for a few seconds. Then, a few days earlier, I felt enchantment when a baby rabbit in the yard didn’t run away from me. Mostly, I find enchantment in a good book, a child’s face, a kind word my way, or the love shining in my family’s eyes. They are all my small places of enchantment. They are magic! |