I have believed in a lot of things over the years. At different times in different places in different ways. Everything from God to Government to Mother Goose.
But since I was very young, I always had a belief in the magic. I always knew there was a Santa Claus. I saw the bit out of the cookie. And there certainly was a troll under the bridge. My brother told me so. I couldn’t help but believe in pixie dust and fairies. That one’s easy. And then there was the little teeny person who was always moving things around the house. I think there were a whole bunch of them. The ones that we just couldn’t see, but you could sometimes catch them from this corner of your eye.
Those were the things of magic. At least some of them. They were easier to see when I was young, and when my senses were much more keen.
And then as I got a little bit older I started believing in different kinds of magic. Mostly it came in the form of goodness in people. I would see extraordinary measures of of kindness. People caring for other people. Heartfelt gestures. Loved ones, flying long distances to make visits to sick patients in the hospital. All sorts of things. The guy at the mall, paying off layaway bills. Someone stopping to help a stranded car-full with the flat tire.
That kind of magic.
But lately, it’s been a little harder for me to believe in the magic.
It seems that when a thing or two happens in your life, you can’t see the twinkling. It could be something in the news which deeply affects you. And then it seems like everything in your immediate life is a little bit overshadowed by it.
Every time your ears perk up, they are at the receiving end of a derogatory remark. They all start piling up and it feels like a big weight on your back.
The past few days I’ve just felt myself be really upset about a lot of things. More so then I normally would be. I think it is a direct result of the heaviness of the world right now.
So what do we do? How do we find the magic? Where do we see the spark?
You know. I sat long and hard this night, thinking about it.
One thing we can always count on is the trueness of our own hearts. The goodness inside of us. If we work to nurture that and take care of it and bring it to its best. Bring it right up to the front of us. Then we will certainly know that there still is goodness in the world and it starts inside of us.
And if were lucky enough, we have people who love us too. And we see the goodness in them. We know for sure the magic is there. Sometimes it comes in different forms. Your partner, your kids, parents, or your friends. It could be a brother or sister. Perhaps your dog or your cat. The bank teller at Chase.
No matter where we find it, or how it happens, I hope all of us can somehow believe in the magic. The magic that is in the world. I believe it is always there. It is just that sometimes it gets a little foggy outside, and we can’t quite see that little leprechaun fellow at the end of the rainbow. But he’s there.
So is the goodness and kindness in our hearts.
I’m going to try to let my magic shine today. For crying out loud. If you all feeling like sprinkling some fairy dust around, will you give it a go too? At least get out your glue-guns and put some glitter on something?
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― W.B. Yeats