I've been feeling very uninspired of late. Perhaps on the edge of depression. But today, I will pick myself up by my doublefacers and get with the program. Business at the Magic Shop has been slow, the toy store too. Still searching for something. . . can't really put my finger on it. I hesitate to move forward with a performance venue. With Moira being pregnant and all, she counts on my help every night. Then when the baby is born; she will count on me even more with the other three kids. I think I will dust off the cups and the rings today at work. Haven't touched them since . . . .

I am a lucky and blessed man. Sometimes I need to remind myself of that. I should just focus on making a few people happy with my art today. I think that sounds realistic. . . and easy. Perhaps my reward will come from the smile of a stranger, who happens into my little wierd corner of the universe and finds surprise and mystery.

Good day -

As I stare into the fire, the cool spring night air fills my lungs. Transfixed by the dancing flames, I close my eyes and go to a sacred place. That place I call magic. I have gone there since I was a kid, and I still go there today. Inside my mind and soul swirls the notion that real magic exsits. It's just a matter of letting it out. It can be a profound and surrealistcally self realizing moment. To create wonder and build on a ancient tradition of ritual. Magic is life. In every moment of every day there is magic waiting to be born. It might be a smile on a face, or a billow of smoke rising from a cigar. Or it might be the hissing and popping of a fire pit fire in my back yard.