I levitated. I am certain of it.

Moments ago, I felt compelled to try a magician’s levitation trick that relies on the audience being at a specific viewing angle.  In this illusion, only one foot actually leaves the ground.

To my amazement, as I attempted to perform this stunt, both my feet lifted from the floor.  I found the sensation rather enjoyable, and I repeated it several times to make certain I was not imagining it.  In fact, I was able not merely to rise a few inches but at least two feet from the floor, and I continued to suspend there for ten seconds or more before lightly returning to the floor.

I am beginning to understand—“returning to Wales” does not necessarily mean I have to travel there in the body. I can unite with my kin and never leave home.

Gwaed yn dychwelyd i waed. Blood returns to the blood.

Aduno, rydym yn dawnsio a siglo

Rydym yn dathlu mewn ffyrdd Celtaidd

Chi eu colli i ni am byth a diwrnod

Rydych yn berthynas agosaf, a byddwch yn parhau felly

Reunited, we dance and sway

We celebrate in our Celtic way

Lost to us forever and a day

Kin you be and kin you will stay