I come from a beautiful place,
A very beautiful place.
My mum used to take me home to see her grandma, when I was younger. It was nice to go home and meet the place my mum spent her childhood at, the place that inspired a number of the stories she told me, about her adventures in the marshlands and the beautiful river.
A land not far from the place where two waters meet.
The older I got the more I began to come home...
There really wasn't anything special about it...
But I begun to come home more...and home begun to find space within me...our ancestors speak of an important place everyone must occasionally visit... The back without which there's no front.
Home was by the water the water was home, not just to our village and the nearby villages, but to the birds, fish other animals and spirits that all coexist with us along the river. 
The River was the stem of the family tree that connects all of us.
So when the River fell sick we knew... 
We felt it...
We saw it...
The darker the ones fresh waters grew, the darker the sorrow was in my soul...
But this isn't a sad story...
This is a beautiful story...
A story of water, and song and healing...
Before I tell you this story, I must ask you a very important question....
Do you believe in Magic?

Do you really believe in Magic?