Sometimes I think we lose our power when we stop believing in things we cannot see.
I remember being a small child and observing magic around me every single day. I could lie on my back in the grass and find animals in the clouds. I would get up with a feeling of universal power, even though my legs were covered in red bumps due to my grass allergy.
I remember finding a feather on the ground and being sure it was put there for me by God. I played with that magical feather for days, at least until my mother threw it away because of the possible disease it might carry. I never did find out exactly what that disease was, and I informed my mother that I was going to tell God what she did. She just smiled in that way mothers do that makes you want to smack them.
I remember thinking that one of our neighbors was magic because he could drive his MG Midget with one foot. Later, I discovered he was a raging drunk who probably shouldn’t have been driving at all, but I found magic in him.
I believed in Mrs. Whats-it and Miss Piggle-Wiggle and spent hours in my closet waiting to enter Narnia through the back wall. I didn’t say that I was smart, but I did have the wisdom to believe in something beyond what was proven to me. Even if an old, half-eaten PB&J is all I found in that closet, the belief that someday I could open that back wall to Narnia opened a door to my soul.
Magic plugs our mind into possibility.
As adults, we spend a lot of time saying:
We’re afraid of things not working. We don’t want to look foolish. We are afraid of hope being dashed, so we don’t hope at all.
What if we started saying:
Want to power up? Believe in things you think you can’t do, haven’t done, and that haven’t been proven.
Pick up that feather and believe it’s a message from the Universe, then wash your hands with Purell or my mother will throw it away.
But believe in something you don’t know. Your soul will thank you for the power boost. Now here is a poem I’ve written about magic, because I need to exercise my creativity and not be terrified that you will read it and say, “Dear Lord, this sucks.” I can, I will, and I’m doing something in a blog I’ve never done before. 🙂
When we are but small,
Life is magic,
That is all.
Then we grow a year,
There’s less magic,
We meet fear.
Whittling fear hangs ’round
Magic leaves us
With no sound.
Until we get wild
And learn to play
Like a child.
Fear gone, Land A’hoy