Today is December 12, 2012. 12/12/12
Twelve is my magic number. Not my lucky number but my magic number. I am too old to believe in magic numbers, but life with lupus has taught me to believe in more than coincidence and circumstance, so I believe in magic numbers, white butterflies and birds on a wire between telephone poles. There is no logical reason to believe in magic, but I do it anyway. I think that glitter, sparkle and magic are important elements of life, if one doesn't believe in something special is life worth living?
The media madness about the Mayan Calendar, is something that I don't believe in. I feel that we are going to experience a cosmic shift - one where the universe starts to open up to the beauty of magic and nature. You might think that my hope and the joy I receive by believing in magic is strange but the beauty and sense of calm is real and I know that this belief is what makes me "who I am". If I stay in a hotel and my room is on the 12th floor or ends in 12, I smile and have a good feeling about the stay, is it more than random? While they aren't as colorful, as a Monarch I believe in the magic of a "white butterfly" and ever since I can remember I feel watched over by the birds on a wire.
Parents often say "The days are long, but the years are short." I am not a parent, and am often reminded of that but those who are. But, my life battle is a struggle to find the joy, beauty and magic despite being diagnosed with a chronic illness. Today is a day, that seemed so far off... on 01/01/01 do you remember where you were or what you were doing on January 1, 2001? I do. For a moment, I thought and wondered if I would be alive on 12/12/12. Here I am alive and writing, striving to thrive and share my story. Here we are... December 12, 2012. I am living with lupus, wondering do you believe in magic?