Welcome back to Musing Interruptus, thank you for clicking, thank you for listening. This is a  space for reflection on diverse and mostly non-transcendent things. You can read along. It might be useful.

Today, a story… or maybe just the start… An Education and a Fascination.

Listen, she said. Listen and you can hear the universe expand and contract. Like breathing. We are all part of it. The woman’s voice was impossible to dismiss (not consider), you could hear the years, you could see them in her crinkly (wrinkled) hands. Her granddaughter listened intently (with great attention), she knew there were truths she would not learn anywhere else. She also knew that it was the only place she would confirm if magic was real.

Lorena was 14. Her surroundings felt dull, the air stale. The old house was built in the seventies, it ...