Do You Believe in Magic?

It’s important to Remember that we all have Magic inside us.

~J.K. Rowling

 

When was the last time you experienced Magic?

I’m not talking about the pulling-a-quarter-from-your-ear slight of hand that Uncle Bill uses to entertain at family gatherings.  Or that read-your-card trick that amuses and delights at a street fair.

I’m talking about the Everyday Magic that transforms an ordinary moment into something extraordinary.      The Everyday Magic that allows us to travel through time, the Magic that convinces us that the physical world we inhabit is really just a microcosm of a larger reality.

 

There is magic everywhere around you,

but most people are too busy being grownup to notice it.

― Sassafras Lowrey, Lost Boi

 

Magic Transports Us .

Read the title of this blog again:  ” Do You Believe in Magic?”

Admit it:  you started  humming the music to the Lovin Spoonful’s classic.

In my mind I am transported to the cellar of my childhood home and a game of darts with Scott Foster, my fifth grade crush. I am 12 years old again.  The Lovin Spoonful song croons on transistor radio.

What’s your favorite song?  Where does it take you?

Music is Everyday Magic, transporting us to another time and place.

 

Magic transforms us

Make eye contact and smile at random people in the grocery store. I dare you.

A smile is probably the easiest Magic.  There is no cost barrier,  no expertise required and its success rate of returned smiles is damn near 100%.

It works to lighten a dark mood and makes a good mood even better.

Better yet , the memory of this encounter can be relived over and over again producing the same results.

 

The Magic of Real Conversation

Magicians leave small talk for the amateurs.  Deep, meaningful heart to heart exchanges can transform a casual coworker into an intimate friend.

The Ultimate Magic of Synchronicity

We’ve all had that experience of thinking of someone at the exact time they call.

Or reading a passage that provides the exact solution to a question you’ve been mulling over for some time.

Some refer to them as “coincidences”.

Recently, as I was browsing the aisles of Talk Story Bookstore , a book literally fell off the shelf at my feet.  Not thinking much about it, I picked it up and reshelved it, without even looking at its title.

Insistently, the book dropped to the floor again. This time I took notice: Florence Scovel Schinn‘s seminal The Game of Life and How to Play It, written in 1925.

Florence was a personal transformation guru in the early 20th century,  profoundly  influencing  Louise Hay, of Hay House fame.  Right up my alley, I added it to my stack of vacation reads.

I had travelled to Kauai with my youngest son. He likes a window seat so he can sleep, I prefer an aisle for leg room. Consequently, I always book seats with a space between us.  On our return trip to the mainland, a  middle-aged woman from Salt Lake occupied the seat between us.

Right away our conversation flowed, past the perfunctionary; going deep, fast.  We were both recently divorced, taking extended vacations with our families. For several hours we shared the intimate details of our lives, our disappointments, our mutual journeys through heartache. It all felt lovely and familiar, casual acquaintances morphing into confidantes.

Eventually we arrived at the subject of spirituality. She described herself as a recovering Mormon. Laughing, I stated my position as recovering Catholic.

Here’s where it went off the rails…

I proceeded to share my bookstore story with her.  She eyed me in disbelief.

I went to my usual ego default when I discuss the synchronicities that pepper my life:  I sound ridiculous.

Then she confessed that she had been listening to The Game of Life on audio  during her vacation on island.

OMG.  Now it was me looking at her in amazement.

Cautiously, not to break the spell, we discussed our impressions of Scovel, her work being ahead of her time.

I admitted that there had been one passage that so spoke to me,  I had written inside the cover of the book, to be able to access whenever I need.

She confessed to something similar. She had been driving and pulled over to take a note of a particular passage.

WHAT???  Even now, as I relay this story, I get goosebumps.  Cue the theme music from Twilight Zone.

 

Keeping eye contact, we spoke the words at the same time:

“Fear is only inverted faith: it is faith in evil instead of good.”

Coincidence?

Is it possible that two 50 something, divorced women would travel to Kauai for vacations at the same time, get seated next to one another on the return flight, having both read (listened to) a nearly 100 year old book , be profoundly struck by the same passage in said book and be able to recite that passage aloud, confirming the experience?

I’d like to see the percentages on that.

I don’t believe in coincidence.

I prefer to Believe in Magic.

 

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic —

the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience

with places, people, works of art and the like;

the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity;

the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.

~ Charles de Lint

 

 

Want to experience more Magic in your life?

 

~Read:

Awaken the Magic Within: …The Invitation, Joe Swinger.

Awaken the Magic: Real Stories of Love, Hope and Inspirationby Jyotika Mehta Bedi and Aparna Samuel

Balasundaram

 

To Making you a Believer,

Rose