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Years ago:
I had a hat and a waistcoat.
I put them on, picked up my instrument, and went to work.

It was raw craft, at first. I had a little skill with words and so I used them to hide the flubs.
Raw craft … and then

I missed my mother. I was unhappy that she never saw me perform one effect, never saw what my hands were destined to do. I said so while shuffling cards. I made up a trick that i thought would make her laugh, could she but see.

… and they laughed. And they gasped. And they wriggled a bit in delight.
The laugh exploded and crystallized into art. Laughter through tears.

A marine. (hard and sober)
A goth chick.
A rabbi.
A homeless man.
A homeless woman.
A college student.
A lawyer.
A superstar athlete.
And several anonymous souls
… have told me that I saved their lives with my words and my art.

Tonight I made a woman weep with my stories.
I reminded her of her son
Who died …
Laughter through tears.
“He would have loved this … thank you for being who you are.”

tonight I drove home.
And I put my instrument down (for now, not for keeps)
I took off my hat and i hung up my waistcoat
and I wrote this to you.

This … is who I am.

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Three Beautiful Things

My dear friend River gave me a task: I was recently performing in Boston, staying across from Boston Common, and she asked me to find three beautiful things and describe them to her.

As you wish:

  1. Green. The grass, the rolling small hills. Decorated here and there with snow and ice, making the scene quite surreal. Green is my favorite color, the color of my magic. It is the color of life and nature. The scene was so green it even reflected on the pond. The common was crowded and bustling, yet the green shone through all of it, adding joy to the people there.
  2. Water. There’s a pond, and people on swan boats. The water reflects the green and the blue in the sky. I couldn’t see how wide it was from  my vantage point. I also couldn’t tell how deep. It was all sparkling diamonds and tiny waves. It was true love, and light hearts.
  3. Light. It was fading as I finished my small journey. I watched the sky change colors and fade toward purple/ black. I watched the streetlights come slowly to life. I watched people holding hands and laughing as they made their way home. The light made music, if you understand. The hum and heartbeat of the common changing, slowing as the light led the emotion.

I could name a hundred more individual, beautiful things … because a friend invited me to open my eyes and see them.

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