on being magic
WHEN I WAS 4 YEARS OLD I BELIEVED I WAS MAGIC. I believed it with all my heart. I’m still a believer but sometimes I forget to look for it. AS ADULTS WE FORGET THAT THERE IS MAGIC ALL AROUND US. WE FORGET THAT ALL OF US HAVE THE ABILITY TO ASK FOR WHAT WE WANT AND RECEIVE IT. AS ADULTS, WE’VE JAMMED UP OUR ENERGIES AND DON’T RECOGNIZE THE SIGNALS COMING THROUGH. WE DON’T SEE WHAT’S RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. WE’RE TOO BUSY CHECKING EMAILS AND SCROLLING SOCIAL MEDIA. WE’RE TOO BUSY WORKING, COMMUTING, CARPOOLING, BILL-PAYING, AND ADULTING. WE’RE TOO BUSY DOING ALL THE THINGS. WE’RE JUST BUSY, BUSY, BUSY AND IT’S SLOWLY KILLING US, LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY. WE’RE LOSING OUR CONNECTIONS TO EACH OTHER AND OURSELVES. We’re losing our connections to the mystery and wonder all around us.
BUT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE CAN DO TO STOP THIS PATTERN OF BEING. HERE’S WHAT HELPS ME WHEN I LOSE MY CONNECTION TO THE MAGIC.
I SLOW DOWN. WAAAAY DOWN.
I WATCH MY BREATH.
I PUT MY HAND ON MY HEART AND REMIND MYSELF THAT I AM LOVE.
DEEP BREATHS.
LONG WALKS.
MEDITATION.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM MINDFUL OF THE MAGIC RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AT EVERY MOMENT.
THE FEEL OF THE SUN ON MY SKIN.
BIRDS SINGING IN THE GARDEN.
THE FIRST CUP OF COFFEE IN THE MORNING.
THE SOUND OF SILENCE.
THE WARMTH OF MY HUSBAND BESIDE ME.
