Remembering the Magic of Gabriel

It's equally difficult to remember our waking life when we dream. We get echoes and we turn those echoes into symbols and we describe what little we remember of dreams to our friends and shrinks as we seek analysis through understanding or vice versa, whatever.

For some of us, the dreams leak through into destiny as we navigate our decisions dream by dream. Sometimes that navigation is affected by system, by friend, by method and/or by doubt.

We learn.

We share the dream.

We test reality.

With every successful test, the dream crystallizes. Every failure demands more purposeful navigation/course correction towards realization.

Realization

The dream becomes real....so real that it appears to be magical.

Magic surrounds us.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez knew where it came from, what it was and how to describe it.

He passed away two years ago but left his grasp of magical realism behind in his novels and short stories.

Most particularly A Hundred Years of Solitude.

Someone said that A Hundred Years of Solitude should be required reading for the entire world. I'm down with that.

Reading resembles dreaming and influences those dreams which we barely remember as well as those we are about to have

Those velvet moments that guide some of us, as if by magic, to change the world.

Dream by Dream

Doubt by Doubt

Step by Step

Friend by Friend