Life is tricky baby, stay in your magic.According to what we know about thermodynamics, bumblebees should not be able to fly.  Tell that to the bee buzzing around your garden.  Be a bumble bee and vibrate to the rhythm of your impossible flight.My yoga teacher says that our ability to walk is nothing more than beginning to fall and catching ourselves again and again.  All you need is balance.Balance, I believe, is the secret to happiness. If you can offset the mundane with the magic, contentment arises. Being aware that there is both good and bad in the world, that there will be shitty days and shitty experiences followed by those little blessings of magic and miracles not to mention the times of euphoria and joy.  If you can balance and keep from falling, it’s all good.Sometime during mid-pandemic, I purged from my Facebook all of the chronically angry, sarcastic, more-concerned-with-throwing-sharp-barbs-than-uplifting people from my Facebook.  What a blessing I gave myself to turn off those voices.  I have my own angry, sarcastic, and pointed barbs to mute, I don’t need others broadcasting unfettered into my head.  I believe we have an obligation not just to ourselves, but to others to promote the magic.  Trekking through the mud and the mire slinging it about serves no purpose other than to make one feel bad and to inflict that pain on others.  Hurt people hurt people.  Staying in one’s magic can be difficult because we’re all hurt people and there are as many ways to hurt others as to be hurt oneself.  Life is tricky, stay in your magic.  Don’t let the buzzkillers kill your buzz.