Spirit.

Your spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to you.

I believe in magic.

We’re born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians, living in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. 

See, I think we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and ‘see our destiny in grains of sand.’ 

But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. So many of us get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to ‘grow up.’

It’s sad really to think that so many people grow up, forgetting the ‘magic’ around them, inside them. After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theatre the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.

That’s what I believe.

The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get into accidents and get crippled. People lose their way, for one reason or another. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is. 

We need the memory of magic so that we can conjure it up again, at that moment when the time is right, when our hearts start to call our spirit home.