One word... Magic.
What is Magic you might ask? Magic is different for everybody. People have different names for Magic. Let me first say that I have heard people speak of their own Magic, using their own words. Sometimes people use the word Magic... I am sure you have heard something like this described to you before.
"The weather was warm as I sat on my beach chair wiggling my toes in the sand watching the sun slowly setting in the purple and pink sky. I was tuning my radio when on came my favorite song. I leaned back and as I looked up again to watch the sun touch the sea, there you were... standing right in front of me, smiling, and then hearing your voice say; that is my favorite song."
"When we met, it was like magic."Because it is. Magic is the All, working in perfect order. It is being present. It is in prayer and is part of giving and receiving. It is a blade of grass and it is an airplane. Did I lose you there?
Well, think about everything that had to happen to grow that single blade of grass. I mean everything. The living dirt (yes dirt is alive) air, sun, water, root systems and seed, birth and death, all there in a single blade of grass. Now think about that single blade of grass and imagine the complications, of insects and ice ages droughts, floods and fires. Yet there it is; growing. Growing among others just like it, and others not quite like it. A whole ecosystem has participated in it's growth, and it.... the blade of grass will participate in your own growth and mine too even though we may never meet. It is part of the whole, the whole world, the whole Universe and the whole Big Bang God thing.
Airplane, same thing. Yes, they might be made by humans, but what is the stuff humans use to make the plane? We didn't pull it out of our asses did we? I mean money doesn't make airplanes, and humans can not take all the credit can we? Also how do those giant things stay way up there? The air, sun, water and dirt has something to do with that... the same elements that helps the blade of grass. The same pulsing beat of a drum way off that makes us all change and grow and move together spinning around in a Universe we know nothing about. OK, we named some planets, and we think there is dark holes out there. But really, we are no closer to the mystery than we are studying a blade of grass, or an airplane, or a soul.
We are all connected. We are connected to those we hate as much as those we love. Tough one eh? It is for me. I would rather think I am only connected to the sparkly people. When I feel a connection with a kind stranger who might offer a smile, I most likely would call it magical far more quickly and often, then say a stranger who just cut me off in traffic. Right? The sparkly people a magical.
But, what if that person who cut me off on purpose then made me and five seconds delayed, making it so I had to stop at that next red light and therefor was three more minutes later down the road missing the huge car accident just a few minutes ahead of me. Do I have a connection to that person? Yes or no? Certainly I was saved from being hurt or killed in that accident by the driver that cut me off only 5 minutes before. You know, the one I growled at.
Magic is in the finding the reality of the connective-ness we all share. That means the nice sparkly people (hey you all) and the people in my life who hurt me, who were unkind, or uncaring, or unthoughtful, or whatever. Not sparkly.
Magic in it's purest form is the connection, finding it, naming it, embracing it, celebrating it, honoring it and sometimes, letting it stay and letting it go. It is the flow. Yes. Magic saved me. What is next? I can't wait to find out. So far it has been quite a ride.
So if you wonder why I have so much joy for the simple things, it is because they are indeed quite magical. I don't use that term loosely either.
More to come on this subject. It seems I am on a roll.