Magical Stories/Historias Mágicas

  QUALIFYING for the OLYMPICS Here's to Sports The Olympics have brought many memories to my mind, which was one of the best periods of my life, when I was a swimmer. In 1975 I qualified to go to the Olympics in Canada the following year 1976. (Mark Spitz time) I still remember when I received that phone call. I believe it was a phone call or a telegram but I'm very sure. I really think it was a phone call where I was told that I was the only swimmer who had qualified to go to the Olympics in Canada in 1976. My circumstances did not allow me to go at the time. I started swimming when I was young but didn't swim competitively in a more serious way, until I was 12 years old. I used to do meets in school and Country Club etc. Then, my mother did not know what to do with me because I was so hyperactive, and she decided to join me in a swim t​eam. I remember ​that day clearly, when I arrived at the Olympic pool that was 50 meters long and stepp​ed into a circle of all the res

 When  Old Soul Meet It was dark. The night had fallen. The curtain of the day had drawn coming to its end. She sat by the window viewing the trees that stood proud and firm beyond and before her, as the wind blew and made its branches gently rock, dance. She sighed kicking off her shoes, rubbing  her feet as she lay to rest in the small peach sofa bed she sometimes fell asleep in.  She continued to view out the window as the night grew dimmer. Far away she could see a star or two and recognized it was Orion - the three stars in the center of a square. Again. She sighed. Was it the beginning? Was it the end? She untied and loosened her long brown hair that was set tight in a high ponytail. Her long pink fingernails brushed through her hair as she let go of the day. Then as she continued to view out the window, his image came into her mind. She had not thought about him for a very long time. An increasingly long time. The memories started to creep in and cuddle her to a good time that h

Pyrra's Magical Encounter Pyrra was walking barefoot along the beach. the sun was beginning to show its illuminated face on the horizon stretching its arms, hugging the rims of the extended ocean. She stood still taking in the spectacle before her that raised her soul, the way the sun gently rose up at the start of a brand new day. Was this the day? Was it really going to happen today? Her thoughts were permeated by the winds. She tried not think about it, instead she continued to inhale deeply observing the gentle waves of the ocean that softly caressed her naked feet. It was a cooling sensation that grounded her to the Earth.  As much as she tried to control her mind it kept easing its way into the thoughts about it. It moved into her mind the way the waves reflected on the water, some rough waves, some gentle waves, some peaceful stillness at moments. She had been waiting for this moment for over 4 years. She knew she had once failed and had felt she had been punished for it for

Emilia's Secret Wish Emilia was swinging under the tree in the Autumn garden. Her beautiful long young hair was set up in a nice ponytail sealed with bows of pink and purple.  As she dangled herself back and forth, she looked  up to stare at the clear blue skies that were gently brushed by a soft white cloud here and there. Wondering! This was the very day. She wanted to be with her daddy, who was far far away where only birds could fly or only those big big heavy metal machines could arrive. She then swang slowly until she came to a full stop, dragging her feet in the dusty dirt beneath the swing looking down at her pearl white shiny "charol" shoes. A knot welled up in her throat as tears began to trickle down her seven-year-old cheeks.  Then she remembered that her purse was hanging across her chest. She slit her small hand into it and took out her tiny little Minnie Mouse coin purse and began to count 25 cents, 50 cents, a dollar, $2, until