It happened one blustery winter morning in Northern Ontario, Canada. I woke up early as I had many mornings, threw on my sweatpants, my huge parka, mittens, hat, boots, and began my trek with my dog for our ritual morning walk. It was still dark out and oh so quiet. This was my time, no kids screaming “Where are my socks”, no husband yelling “Why is breakfast not ready”. Just me, my dog, mother nature, and the Universe.

I was diagnosed early in life with cancer. I ended up having cancers 3 different times throughout my 46 years but the first one made me decide to have children before I was 21 years of age. So not long after graduating high school, I married a man that I had went to school with my entire childhood. We had two children as I did not think I had much time to figure out anything more. This man was a good father but could never stay faithful. We continued to stay married for 22 years and 6 years ago I walked out the door. This was the last time he would commit adultery on me. I would not tolerate it any longer. I’ve been trying to find my way back to myself for as long as I can remember. Being lost and unable to rekindle that spark that makes me happy is so very hard when you’re not sure which path to take at the crossroads. The saddest and strangest feeling is when you don’t recognize the person staring back in the mirror.

So that blustery winter morning in Northern Ontario, Canada I made a wish. I wished for ‘a different life’. I wished for a dark-haired man to come into my life and show me fun, adventure, and a life that I had missed. With only pure intention and no ill thoughts or desires, I just made my wish. I walked home that day with my dog and now here I am.

Six years ago I left my 22-year marriage. My kids were grown and moved out of the house so I figured “Why can’t I?” As I sit here and revel in my thoughts, I ponder, “Why? How? Really? Seriously?” I met a dark-haired man, all right. He drove a motorcycle, has tattoos, a real adventure, you might say. I moved in with him after one night of meeting him. To find out that not all fairy tales come with happy endings. He is a drug addict with a severe narcissistic personality. My spirit began to die, and I fell into a deep hole of depression, guilt, and remorse. In no way was I going back to my ex-husband but how am I to overcome this hurdle. So, I opened myself up once again to the little girl I had tucked away many years ago. The little girl of spiritual belief. The little girl that danced in the rain in her bare feet and never thought she nor anyone was dirty.

I have found now that the Universe is a miraculous, magical, mystical, jungle gym with all the amazing toys and adventures one can ever want to play with. Now I truly admire positive intentions and staying pure to my beliefs.

So, the moral of my story is that the Universe hears you every time you make a wish. Do it with the utmost positive intentions and always focus on what you are wishing for.  Thank you for The Magic.