One Small Step

Running from one thing to another.  Dress rehearsal for our recital tomorrow at the Harlem school to midtown to observe pre-Twinkle Suzuki class.  From controlling my cat herd to watching five calm 5-year-olds with their parents touch the bow to the string for the first time in class.  The look on one girl's was a one of the happiest things I have ever seen.  The magic of doing something impossible.  Does that ever happen again as an adult?  It seems like we are supposed to have a pretty good idea of the possible and the impossible by now.  Apparently she thought the same.  That such possibility exists in this world.  Magic is real.  We can do something we have never been able to do before.