Where do we find magic in the daily routines of our fast-paced lives? It’s different for everyone in what triggers a place in your heart capturing a special moment worth remembering.
Is it on the Internet, Harry Potter, music or do we look for it in books, poetry, texting or videos? What warms your soul and invokes meaning and purpose giving encouragement and inspiration?
Sometimes, I would wonder if magic still existed as it did in the sweet, mystical ways I remembered as a child. As I got older, most of the magic was logically explained away like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. It just wasn’t cool to believe in such things and after a while I stopped looking.
Then, as time passed, I noticed magic was still alive, in different ways, just as mysterious and wondrously exciting. It’s when you feel butterflies in your stomach on your first kiss or you see a star shooting across the sky. It stirs in castles, rides along wooded forests and drifts down Louisiana bayous ― everywhere, if we take time to notice.
Magic was in the evening we had last night sitting on the deck with dark clouds moving out after a storm. The heavy air was cool and humid with a slight breeze. The birds were darting about trying to catch up on their last feeding before turning in and the sounds of Sinatra were playing on the Sirius station.
The moment was electric and we didn’t talk for fear of breaking the spell. Magic is synchronistic, such as times like these, when it seems everything comes together so perfectly, as if the Universe is smiling while orchestrating the moments.
There is another magical place to be revered and treasured found in the human spirit. When we’re struggling, all it takes is someone believing in us with a kind word or gesture giving us that spark of hope we need to find a way and not give up.
Here is a story where compassion worked magic when a lone, yoga instructor didn’t give up on a disabled veteran injured as a paratrooper in the Gulf War. It’s a “Most Inspirational Video” posted by Addicted to the GYM on Facebook.
Magic is still alive and in all the right places. If you haven’t noticed it lately, maybe you’ll see it when your baby takes hold of your finger for the first time or in the rekindling of an old friendship. I believe there’s magic, just like I did as a kid, with awe and love. If you look around ― you’ll see it in the twinkle of an eye or feel it in the beat of your heart.
Where is your magic and what makes it real for you? What fills you with wonder and mystery ― hope and the feeling of connection? I’d love to hear your stories.
Pat from the ol’ kitchen table