Mighty Magic & Cosmic Love
P.S. How long have I been told that I need to be Mighty Mirth and come out from behind the mask that is Mighty Mirth. A long time. Diabolically, the Hermit ruled, but no longer.
Here is how I have been starting my days. Wake up. Expand my energy beyond the beyonds. Know that massive molecules of love (do they exist?) are bombarding me gently as I lay there luxuriating in that knowing. No matter what just happened on Dear Old Planet Mirth, this is also happening and it sets up my day for good things to follow in my personal world.
For instance: Was it at night falling asleep or in the morning waking up that I thought to ask a magical friend if I could photograph her 4 year old B(e)ing of light on a park bench where also sits a statue of a local legend? Then, who could have ever predicted that a few hours later an infrequent opening facebook to locate a new friend and engage in a Hermit poofing adventure that I would find a photograph of this new magical friend's 3 year old being on the exact park bench positioned perfectly so that Mighty Mirth could slide in cozily between them?
Here it is!
When this happened I felt myself loved by the Cosmos because this picture makes me smile so big inside.
I am grateful and have more stories to share.
Annemarie Marti & Mighty Mirth