When did you stop believing in magic?
WE ALL BEGAN INNOCENT :: Believing what our parents told us to be true. A man climbing down the chimney every year and putting presents under a tree in the living room. A giant bunny hiding chocolate eggs in the garden. A winged woman collecting children’s teeth in return for money - that one is kind of horrifying. It all sounds quite ridiculous now but back then it was magic. And we believed in it. Hard.
There is something to be said about the innocence of a child. Born with a default setting of love, compassion and trust. A time when we could do anything, be anyone. When we could move mountains, before discovering the mountain within. Surrender to the mystery of life. Be so utterly present and caught in our moments, that time was irrelevant and play was everything.
When do you think that changed? Was it the moment we found out Santa wasn’t real? The fairy dust settled and some of the sparkle disappeared from our young eyes. Or was it a gradual decline due to the distraction of adolescence? The process is fascinating. We believe in magic from a young age, we grow into adults, we reproduce and we pass that magic onto our small humans. Having children of our own reprograms us and suddenly feelings that disappeared while we were busy growing up, are rediscovered through the love we feel for our offspring. Christmas becomes magical again.
Adults who really connect with children are the ones who remember the power of magic. Relating to that inner child, a place of truth and authenticity. The adults who remember that feeling of hope, of wonder and beauty, that the world is full of endless possibilities.
But what about the magic in everyday life? We are in fact surrounded by it. There is nothing more magical than how the environment works. When a caterpillar turns into a butterfly; the magic of the ecosystem working in harmony. The life cycle of a plant. Food growing. Spotting those elusive lady beetles. How wondrous and enchanting the power of nature is.
There is magic hidden within other moments too - when you say the same thing at the same time with someone. That first sip of coffee on a cold, wet day. When a child is born. When people survive natural disasters. Falling in love. Connecting with a stranger. WINE. That moment in a song when it hurts so good. A sleep in. Looking at the stars. When we wake up, every day until we don’t.
There is magic all around us, we just have to take the time to notice it. If you need a reminder, go and spend some time with a child in nature. See the world through their eyes - embrace the small things, catch that butterfly. You will get a glimpse of what it’s like to not be burdened with time, with the pressure and responsibility of growing up. Go play, life is too short to not appreciate the magic in things.