Magic, and its holiest of forms miracles, continue to enchant and ensnare us humans. The curiosity, the wonder of what lies just beyond our physical reach, our mental understanding of the things we cannot quite make out or remotely explain, leads us to make up and even believe in the supernatural causes and beings found throughout our mythologies.
It’s inexplicably intriguing, this mystery of life, and so are the magic and the miracles we see all around it. And anyone can do it too, see the magic and miracles in life, this mysticism. Even this skeptic.
So this morning, I decided to look for the magic and search for the miracles in my simple everyday life – right here, right now. And, you know what? – it was right here, all along. All I had to do was believe in it with every part of my being.
I cracked myself wide open – I opened my mind to the possibilities (they’re limitless), my body to all its senses (how many?), and my spirit (my own me-ness). I trust in my intuition, marvel in my sense of wonder, and find serenity in my creativity.
There really is magic in the air.
While sitting in stillness, I saw that simply breathing in and out sustained the life force within me. This thought kept entering my mind, that the very air I automatically, unconsciously breathe each moment of my life, this air of which I am, in fleeting moments, consciously aware, is made up of a magical combination of gases, perfectly mixed to empower every living cell in my body to work their wonders.
This mind chatter about the wonder of the air I breathe was welcomed today. I reveled in the thought that no matter how hard it’ll seem to hike up the hill today, my lungs will breathe in enough of this magical stuff to power my heart in delivering a constant, steady stream of oxygen to the muscles that will power my body up the hill. All my open mind has to do is simply tell it to.
Breathe in the magic in the air, deeply and appreciatively, simply notice it, even if you don’t quite understand the complex magic involved or the miracle it creates.
Just breathe it in, life.
Drench yourself in the elixir of life.
After my hike today, I was thirsty so I simply reached for my daily magic potion, one of my eight glasses (I count) of water. Ah, to know that humans have made a living, tilled the soil, toiled in factories, and even slaved away, and all of us, from the enslaved to the powerful, have quenched our thirst with this magic potion, this life-sustaining liquid, day in and day out, throughout millennia.
Today, I brewed fair-trade coffee with this water, steeped an herbal tea in it, guzzled it straight from the tap, and marveled at it in its form of snow and ice as I trod up the hill. I saw it wisp up and away, disappearing into thin air as the sun shone upon it. I listened to it gently trickling down the creek, peacefully carrying with it my thoughts, cleansing my mind. It’s the strongest solvent on Earth.
Water is truly a magical, miraculous elixir of life. Drink it in, and drink it up. Soak in it, its cleansing and healing nature. Bathe in it. Let it wash you, and your worries away.
Drench yourself in it, life.
Fully live in the magic, this miracle of life.
Yesterday, this little sharp pain I sometimes get in my left ankle appeared again. It’s sort of a middle-aged mystery, one that doesn’t show up in this realm, one my doctor attributes to the many past stresses, strains, and sprains this little foot of mine has lived through.
At first, I cursed that little sharp pain. It had disappeared some time ago – why didn’t it remain so? Why did it return? I stopped cursing it just long enough to decide to take better care of my ankle yesterday. I knew I’d been taking it for granted – I tend to do that, silly human that I am. I soaked it, massaged it, gave it a good day’s rest. And overnight, that little sharp pain had disappeared again, just like magic.
My body’s magical ability to heal itself, the miraculous healing that comes from who-knows-where, leaves me in awe. Accept the mystery, the magic, the miracle of healing, of wellness, wholeness.
Live it well, this life.
So whether you believe in magic, the miracles of God, or even that Darwin was simply an intelligent observer, it doesn’t matter, as long as you believe and appreciate the everyday magic and miracles of life.
Because, when you do, life’s mysteries aren’t so mysterious after all.
Do you believe in magic, or in miracles? Does your belief fill you with an understanding of and appreciation for life’s mysteries? Please share your stories of wonderment.