In my books, magic is a superpower that I make my hero and heroines earn.
But in real life, magic is something else entirely to me. It’s a gift to be embraced and cherished.
I’m thinking about this because my husband and I were looking at the rose tree we planted after my mother died. I’ve written about this before, but it tends to bloom on her birthday in October and her death in January.
Yesterday we saw the tree had a dozen fresh buds ready to bloom. My mom’s birthday is October 11th.
I think this is a gift of magic. These gifts are all around us in life. They are the things that quiet all the white noise of struggle, worry and stress, allowing souls cherish the gift, recording it so deeply we never forget.
They can be small, like the day at a large family party, my oldest son yelled out, “Hey mom, do you know how to drown a blonde in a swimming pool?”
I yelled back the answer, and added that I’d just read the same book. The two of us busted up laughing. It was random coincidence that we had both read the same book, and had been saving the joke to tell each other. The moment was funny, but the connection between me and my adult son in our shared love of reading?
A gift of magic.
My husband never told me he loved me before our wedding. We had dated well over a year. I know this sounds weird, but I trusted that he truly cared about me. I trusted him. We married, had the reception, and went to our hotel. I’ll never forget walking into our room, bone tired. He turned, took the small bag I was carrying out of my hand, and pulled me into his arms. “Now I can tell you that I love you. Today, and every day for the rest of our lives.”
And he tells me all the time. My initial trust in him, paid off in…
A gift of magic.
These are moments, or events, or unexplainable things that happen to us and are the true magic in our lives. Their affect on his is profound enough to mark our souls and can never be lost.
Like the moment I woke suddenly at 4:30 a.m. and stared at the phone. Calmness rolled over me, and I thought, “Oh mom.” I waited, and knew. Fifteen minutes later the phone rang. My mom was in repertory distress. But I knew the truth, she was already gone. I’d felt her last touch like a gentle breeze across my soul.
A gift of magic that she is gone from this life, not gone from me.
Or when I had my second son, the cord had been wrapped around his neck, and things got very tense in the delivery room. Thankfully he was delivered safely with only a small fracture to his clavicle that healed fine. I remember looking down to his face and I saw my father. Felt him surround me and my baby. My dad had been dead for at least 10 years then, but for a brief moment, I saw that had he lived, he and this boy would have been close. And then he just melted away and I was left holding my son and a lifetime of looking at him and imagining him and my dad hanging out. Sure, maybe just a dream, a fantasy of what could have been. But I think it is…
A gift of magic.
I could fill a book on these gifts. There are so many, and I just randomly listed a few.
And here’s a point I’m going to make. I see people frantically searching for “magic.” In a diet, in success, in self help books, following Dr. Phil or Dr. Drew or the latest Guru, trying to connect with lost loved ones, just searching and searching. And missing out on what is here with them now—life. The energy they expend has them going at a frantic pace of growing desperation I think they often miss the true gifts of magic that come right here. In the life we have.
Do you have a gift of magic, however big or little, you want to share? I’d love to hear them!