if only we had the power of supers or the incantations of wizards raining down righteous fury on evil waving away the pains of humanity with a flourish our fantasy’s tell a story of how we desire things to be if only we had fantastical power yet reality is where we live magic eludes our grasp the monsters remain real suffering feasts on our hope but a sort of magic does exist not in the grandeur of fantasy or the power of a wand it’s just us taking the steps we can bringing healing to others success isn’t assured there is no final victory wounds are inflicted faster than they heal trees are felled quicker than they grow but wounds CAN heal, trees DO grow and we CAN choose to be healers