I am currently at the airport — the terminal recently famous in the news for its defective CCTV cameras — as I’m waiting for a flight that will whisk me off to Vietnam. 🙂

I had a dream this morning about wielding a wand and casting a Shield Charm to unknown opponents, and when I remembered the dream I recalled how awesome the Battle of Hogwarts had been when I first read it. So I took down and read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows starting from the part in which Harry, Ron and Hermione met Aberforth Dumbledore in the Hog’s Head.

I think I never really fully appreciated the fact that Harry is actually just “reasonably talented” (says Dumbledore) / “mediocre” (says Snape) — a little above average in magical talent, in other words. It just so happened that fate played with him early in life, and that his bravery is extraordinary.

One thing I loved all over again while reading was the chapter “The Forest Again” — when Harry sets out to meet his death. There’s a line there in which Harry realized the “miracle” he is, all muscle and nerves and pounding heart. I will refer to that line constantly in life, I think, whenever I need to remember that yes, this life on earth is temporary, but it still is nothing short of incredible, miraculous, magical.

This will always be my favorite series. 🙂