Perception is a choice

To see something not for what it is

But what it could become

A choice to add magic to the normal

To give a soul to the soulless

Then

The streetlights become fairies

The stars become dancers

And the night sky their stage

The sun becomes diamond dust

As rays scatter over the ocean

And you

You make your own light

And all those around you will see you shine

Perception is a choice

And I choose to see the magic

                                                                               By: Emily Rice

The world has other holes to fall through.
Not all wonder
wears a waistcoat.

Some days,
I’d feel my fingers twitch
toward the cracks in the pavement,
see a shimmer
in the corner of a mirror,
or find my reflection
smiling before I did.

I learned to wander
without leaving,
to tilt my head at logic
and laugh in riddles
no one taught me.

I became my own curious thing—
not chasing the white rabbit,
but wearing my strangeness
like silk,
soft and deliberate.

And maybe, one day,
some else
will see me pass by—
a flash of something
just beyond the hedge—
and wonder
if they should follow.

                                                                                   By: Emily Rice

There is something deep within us all —
an invisible compass,
a quiet navigator that calls

Calling out to you and you alone
etched into us from the day we are born,
before we could speak,

It was already speaking
keeping us alive.

Some callings are small,
some will alter the course of the world —
but each one burns the same,
a flame unfurled.

You will do whatever it takes,
work harder than most,
push past the breaks,
follow that compass,
chase what it shows,
turning your vision
into something that grows.

Because it will not leave.
It stays.
It breathes.
Etched and woven into the fabric

Of your very being,
the strands of your DNA glowing —
you are made of it,
and it is made of you.

                                                                                                 By: Emily Rice