I've read a lot of things in the past month -- old, new, fact, fiction, for young, for old and older, prose, poetry. You get the idea. It's all got me thinking about magic, blessings, things you believe in deeply and things you love. And why. Why do we love each other? It's magical. Here's one take on it:
"...What does tamed mean?"
"It's something that's been too often neglected. It means 'to create ties'..."
"'To create ties'?"
"That's right," the fox said. "For me you're only a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. For you I'm only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we'll need each other. You'll be the only boy in the world for me. I'll be the only fox in the world for you..."
"I'm beginning to understand," the little prince said.
"But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of your footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps will send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat..."
The fox fell silent and stared at the little prince for a long while. "Please...tame me!" he said.
"What to I have to do?" asked the prince.
"You have to be very patient," the fox answered.
Do you love someone? Does someone love you? Believe me, that's magic. And a blessing.