By Rowena May O’Sullivan, author of The Silver Rose
Do you believe in magic? I do. I’ve always chosen to believe in magic in all its shapes and forms. As a child, everything was magical. Mary Poppins jumping into the chalk sidewalk drawing and disappearing into a cartoon world. The slight of hand by my grandfather as he made coins appear and disappear from behind my ear. The wonder of Cinderella’s fairy godmother arriving just in time to send her to the ball so she could meet her handsome prince. Samantha twitching her nose to get what she wanted. Aunt Clara and her bumbling magical mistakes and the rest of her wacky family.
Christmas was and still is magical. True, as we grow older it’s easy to forget the wonder we first experienced when we put out our stocking (for me it was a pillowcase) the night before only to wake up in the morning to see what Santa had left. I so wanted to witness Santa Claus coming down my chimney or at least see him squeeze his way under the door to collect his milk and cookies before leaving his gifts for us, but he always managed to sneak past us all in the middle of the night.
I remember reading my very first book when I was about eight years of age. It was a magical experience. The book was, Heidi. Of course, I so wanted to be her and have a grandfather who lived in the Swiss Alps so I could run into his arms crying, “Grandfather, Grandfather.” Reading opened my world, allowed me to learn, to be fanciful, to transport me away from the world when I needed to escape for a few hours, to recharge my soul.
There is magic in everything. Lying on a beach in the summer. Walking round the rocky shores of beaches, picking up stones and shells on the way. Eating an enormous ice-cream, licking the drips as they run down your hand. Drinking that first coffee in the morning. In the smile we give a stranger as we walk down the road. A kindness of offering to help someone in need. Of the birth of a new baby into the family. That funny feeling in the pit of your stomach when you’re attracted to someone. Of that first kiss with the boy as a hormone overloaded teenager. The excitement of getting ready for your first date. The sheer joy of celebrating someone getting married. In the love you have for that special someone in your life. Life has many ups and downs. Sometimes more downs than up and that’s when it’s good to remember those magical moments. To cherish and hold them to your heart, choosing to remember the good in everything.
What is magical in your life? Do you wake up each morning and start afresh, the world an endless possibility of choices. I guess that’s why I love to write romance with comedy and paranormal elements. To be lifted up and transported to another place. To me there is nothing more satisfying than a happy ending. And now, through the magic of the Internet, I get to converse with people I’ve never met, make new friends and have my very first paranormal romance, The Silver Rose, published with Crimson Romance. See. I told you. Magic does exist.
Do you believe in magic? What’s magical in your life? Tell us in the comments!