Moments ago, I felt compelled to try a magician’s levitation trick that relies on the audience being at a specific viewing angle. In this illusion, only one foot actually leaves the ground.
To my amazement, as I attempted to perform this stunt, both my feet lifted from the floor. I found the sensation rather enjoyable, and I repeated it several times to make certain I was not imagining it. In fact, I was able not merely to rise a few inches but at least two feet from the floor, and I continued to suspend there for ten seconds or more before lightly returning to the floor.
I am beginning to understand—“returning to Wales” does not necessarily mean I have to travel there in the body. I can unite with my kin and never leave home.
Gwaed yn dychwelyd i waed. Blood returns to the blood.
Aduno, rydym yn dawnsio a siglo
Rydym yn dathlu mewn ffyrdd Celtaidd
Chi eu colli i ni am byth a diwrnod
Rydych yn berthynas agosaf, a byddwch yn parhau felly
Reunited, we dance and sway
We celebrate in our Celtic way
Lost to us forever and a day
Kin you be and kin you will stay
