It is fall. It will soon be Halloween. To me, this time of year, leading into the holidays is mystical, magical. I believe that as ethnic beauties right about now, we can call forth our very own special brand of magic. We can call the supernatural closer to the natural. How? By invoking all that we are, and all that we choose to be. As we go to football games, and make chili, or carry our famous stew to the church potluck, we can allow our beauty to shine forth. As we carve pumpkins, or set a sensational seasonal table, We can be radiant, and a joy to have around, because we have learned the magic of simply being.

Our beauty is not in what we wear. It is not in how we style our hair. Our ethnic beauty stems from our fantastic sense of self. It stems from us knowing and recalling that our presence is a gift. When we quietly sit, with an aging loved one, or a baby with the colic, we have bestowed magic, upon them. We have blessed them with our presence. When we put the finishing touches on a costume, or dress our little pirates, princesses, ghosts and goblins for their trick or treat rounds, we are further bestowing magic.

Although the fall, leading up to Halloween or All Hallows Eve, and then on to the holidays beyond, can be hectic, there are things we must remember. We have been endued with power, and magic. This power and magic, happens to be beauty and love. We fairly shimmer with beauty -- no matter how we think we look, simply because we love. When we hold someone in our arms, a lover, a scraped child, or a sobbing friend, we radiate goodness, kindness and beauty. At those times most of all, we resonate with magic, the beauty of caring and love. Amid planing, executing, inviting, cooking, cleaning, shopping, shipping, and visiting -- all the activities that we can find ourselves entrenched in, we must never forget our magic. We must never forget that through our actions, our words, and our hands, we can heal scrapes, aches, and hurts. We can offer kind words, or a lovely smile, even to ourselves.

Let us continually remind ourselves of the things that make us ethnic beauties. These things are sometimes ethereal, qualities not readily seen. Therefore we must remember to call our magic forth. Our creativity, and our thriftiness, especially during these economic times are part of our magic. We are seemingly inexhaustible, and sometimes display nerves of steel. How else could we dare to accomplish all that we do in a day? Therefore, when we have a moment or two to ourselves, let us sit beneath a golden full moon, by candlelight, or simply alone. Let us deeply breathe, drawing to our ethnically beautiful selves even more mysticism, and magic. Then afterward, let us go, and bestow more magic and more beauty, on those in our very own little corner of the world.