Grandma loves to watch all those cheesy chick flick movies on Hallmark.  Last night, while I was not feeling well, I watched, The Good Witch.  I really haven’t gotten to see these movies as much as Grandma has.  I need to catch up with her.  It’s a cute story.  The Good Witch, Cassandra, kinda reminds me of… me.  Its interesting too because in the story, Cassandra tells her new love interest that she had a less than perfect childhood.  After being a foster child for several years, she heals herself by traveling and rekindling her “magic.” Yeah, life isn’t perfect.  It never becomes perfect, my sweet sisters. But don’t let the magic die inside of yourselves.  Even if the magic must sleep for awhile, know it is still there.   And if you need a “witch” to help you reignite it – I’m there!  🙂