magic camp

by erika

Yesterday, my five year-old went to Harry Potter art and yoga camp where he made a wand, a magical keychain, and some spellbound candy–including a jawbreaker he named “stardust”–“when you eat it, stars light up, even in the day.” They did yoga and meditated with their own Sorcerer’s Stone. I am desperate for a grown-up version of this camp–a time and place where I could learn to create my own sweetness that reveals the stars, a moment to sit quietly with the belief that magic is everywhere, and a required “free time”  where I would be reminded that when I do open my mouth, the words I utter have the power to transform my world, with or without a bedazzled wand.