One of my favorite things in the world is to peruse a bookstore. I had been under the weather lately and unable to go out, but manage a trip to the local mall yesterday and Tah Dah went into the bookstore. I said to myself I will just have a look at the magazine shelf and then get back home.
Looking looking looking...what to read? My eye falls on a magazine that I don’t believe is there. It must be a mistake. I pull it out and to my delight it is. Victoria magazine, the a longtime cancelled publication - was back. I felt my life was back in full force. Can anyone love a magazine that much - I mean to their core. As silly as that seems, I cannot really explain it. Just as I picked up the thin lady like publication with it’s blue and white cover beckoning me to read further, my daughter ran up. She declared that she had found a book and it was a must have, with that demanding four year old stance. Who would believe it, it was the story of a dollhouse wedding in Victorian times...hmmmm. I relented and she got her way. Of course what mother in their right mind would denied their child a book.
Anyway, somehow I felt very victorious all of a sudden. I somehow put the magazine’s re-emergence and my recent birthday and major milestone into a bowl, mixed it thoroughly and came up with “this is my year”. I guess the Phoenix always rises again.
Musing from Chez Josephine,