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1: I Believe in Magic
Season 1, Ep. 1
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In this first episode of the Chicken Doodle Soup podcast, I discuss why I believe in magic.
We don’t have to know in order to find meaning, purpose, or joy in our existence. And we can choose to remain open to what’s unknown. Often, it’s that openness that leaves enough space for magic to happen, to feel touched by something that evades description.
Yet, exploring the magic of existence isn’t all butterflies and glistening ocean waves. It's not all light. There is magic in moving through the darkness. And when I say there’s beauty in struggle, I don’t mean that it always feels beautiful.
More episode notes:
- Chicken Doodle Soup website is chickendoodlesoupster.com
- Art website where you can find "Hanging by a thread, I survived. Now, I live." is nicolejavorsky.com
- My music is under the name Alice Celeste
- If you hear meowing in the background, that's my cat Milo making a cameo! :)
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