photo by Julie Daley

That grief? Maybe it’s not what you think it is. Maybe it’s an invitation, a beckoning…

There is this magical path that runs alongside the Presidio golf course in San Francisco. I live nearby and walk this path when I need something I cannot name. To me, magic is a kind of wonder that sits just out of reach of the rational, beckoning and inviting. Probably much like you, I don’t often accept this invitation because I’ve too…