Magic — and Bay Path College Writers

Yesterday I spent a magical afternoon with the Memoir class at Bay Path College.

I don’t use the word “magical” lightly — magic is what happens when inquiring souls speak their truths with honesty and courage.  When that happens they give permission to everyone else to become a more authentic version of themselves than ever before. And so the magic grows.

It took some hard work, though. Painful things were recalled, and confronted. Humorous events were recounted and relished. Pranks that had lain unthought of for years came to glorious light with gusts of laughter. Past selves were brought forward for love and appreciation. And they did all this by themselves, by sharing.

It was a deep privilege to be in the room with so many wonderful people as their souls stepped forward. Yes, it was magic.