Magic is everywhere we look, if we have the eyes to see it, and the wits to comprehend it.
It is in the exuberant self-rooting residents of the hedgerow and the leaning ash trees above, the summer songs of the birds and the slow happy buzzing of crickets in my western field in late afternoon. It is in the perfect golden mandala spokes of the Brown Eyed Susan blooming by my old rail gate. Magic is also in that wonderful old gate and all along the country road it borders so patiently.
Magic walks among us too - we are all magical creatures spun out of stardust and sparkling like the early morning dew on a garden plum. Here's to magic and the turning year, here's to us as we walk together along this magical path called life. We shine, if only we could remember it.
Written for the blithe and shining souls at Mama Says Om.
3 comments:
simply put...simply beautiful!
That was just what I needed to read today - I'm feeling totally drained (yet again!) by my D?H who is a very negative person, and a reminder of the magic that is in everything has made me feel much better.
Such beauty. I can always come to visit you and find calm and peace and the glory of nature. Thank you.
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