Letting in the Magic

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My family and I recently watched the documentary movie, Make Believe, a chronicle of teen magicians from around the world as they prepared for, and competed in, the Teen Championship at the World Magic Seminar in Las Vegas.

I was touched by the movie on a multiple of levels, but have been continuing to ponder the two boys from South Africa, Siphiwe Fangase and Skumbuzo Nkonyana. As the film profiled the lives of select participants in the Vegas competition, the home life of the South Africans was a stark contrast to the other competing teens. Three of the featured magicians were from the US, all living with the standard, creature comforts one would expect in the modern, western world. Most had private magic lessons, some had whole sections of their home dedicated to their craft.

In South Africa, the boys attended a modest magician school which was funding their trip to compete in Las Vegas. Their kitchen was about the size of a closet, comprised of several five-gallon buckets and sink. They explained that most of the boys their age were in jail or using drugs. Mothers on their way to work were robbed by knife or gun point on a daily basis. Yet, the South Africans seemed the happiest of all the teen competitors.

Their smiles were big. Their hearts were light.

Given their life situation, one could say that their future depended upon their success more than any other contestant in the event. Still, they seemed the least stressed of all.

As I watched the film with my ten-year old son, Jeb, I noted, “They have the least, and they seem the happiest.”

Maybe living so close to the edge of survival, the South Africans could appreciate the truest of life’s offerings. When good things came, they embraced them wholeheartedly.

I look around at my own creature comforts and observe the ways I fall into worry. How I can tunnel-vision myself into anxiety, when, really, there is no problem. I have all that I need, and plenty more.

I fear my lack of appreciating this simple fact, in all of its totality, is the greatest insult to the gifts I’m given.

Though there’s a beautiful beach less than a five-minute drive from our house, my family and I often find ourselves occupied with chores, homework, projects, or errands.

Recently, we took a pause and just let the beauty in. Dove into all that appreciation, fully. Felt the magic. Said Thank You.

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Wise Woo Woo

With all this talk of following the whispers (yesterday’s post), there’s a bit of woo woo in the air.  So what if I’m conjuring up meaning more than any rationalist would tolerate?  I’m hitting pause on the logic button and following my threads with the mind of a child and a heart open in curiosity.  Why?  Because it’s more fun!

I live for some goosebumped reality, unfolding like a treasure map. Who knows what’s buried at the X spot, but it can be enjoyable just watching for signs along the way.

It’s been said that magic happens in 3’s.  And this is the third time the Bohemian and I have been up close and personal with our neighborhood owl.  Though, this time the Bohemian was without me, but with his handy point and shoot camera.

Face to face in broad daylight with one wise bird of the night.  Seems magical to me (and pretty darn close).

courtesy of the Bohemian~ all rights reserved
courtesy of the Bohemian~ all rights reserved

Magic Warriors

“I don’t have magic inside of me,” Jeb says with a wide, gap-toothed smile.  His body is electric with giddiness as he utters this denial.

“Well, you’re smiling so big that I know that you don’t really believe that.  You know you have magic inside,” I reply.

“I can’t help it.  My body won’t let me stop smiling,” he says, busting an even larger smile.  He is brimming with happiness as he renounces his power – obviously pure lip service.

“That’s because your body knows, Jeb.  It knows the truth.  Magic is everywhere and you have it inside of you.”

Two geckos chirp simultaneously in the dark of Jeb’s room where we lie in his bed. “Now that’s magic,” he says.

We are quiet for a moment.  The nightlight illumins his face.  I look out the screen window above the bed and see clouds moving slowly, lit by moonlight.

“Magic is bravery,” Jeb offers.

“Ahh, yes.  That’s true.  And what’s bravery?”

“Facing your fears.”

image by h.koppdelaney

I love that he knows this.  I’ve been teaching him his entire six years.  Selfishly, it’s just a way to remind myself.

I met an AT&T rep on the phone today whose last name was Warrior.  Now that’s a hint.  And I bet he still sometimes forgets.

We’re all warriors remembering the magic.  The power of our thoughts.  The freedom in our choice.

Sometimes it can be so frightening to truly express ourselves.

Flirting with annihilation, I keep coming to these keys.

from the Henry Miller Library ~ photo by emdot