Feel down inside for that new energy coursing through and gently ease it up and out of you. Direct it, shape it, it is an art and you are an artist.

She extended her palms outward toward the pile of sticks. Her face was lined with creases as she pulled lightly on the stream of energy running through her body.

BOOM!

The sticks disintegrated from the force of the magic and a small crater now occupied their previous vicinity.

She wrinkled her nose. I never was too good at art.