Is magic when everything works right?
The house is clean, the kid is behaving, the work is done, and only fun is to be had.
Or is it when the planets align?
I want Him. He wants me. We have time. Alone. Together.
Could it be when I’m feeling sane?
I’m not anxious. I’m not stressed. I’m not pissed off. I’m happy. I’m smiling. I’m relaxed.
If it is, magic doesn’t happen around here that often, but when it does, it’s awesome.
I suppose that’s why it’s magic, right? I mean, that’s the way most people use the term…”It just happened…like magic.”
That kind of magic isn’t supposed to happen every day. If it did, it wouldn’t be nearly as amazing, and we wouldn’t be as in awe of it as we are when it does. It surprises us into noticing things that either don’t normally happen or becoming momentarily aware of things that do happen all the time but fly under our radar because we’re too busy rushing around in our daily lives.
But there’s another side of magic…
It’s not all love potions and card tricks. There are curses and spells. There is darkness. And there are ways to live with intention in order to navigate the ups and downs, the negative energy.
I’m not positive that it works. But if living with intention, burning candles, praying, lighting incense, and generally working to connect with the world around us and our space within it to ensure the best outcome for ourselves and those we love is magic…then I suppose I live a rather magical life.
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was:
I thought long and hard about it. And though I suppose I could’ve written a story or a poem…or written something deep and transcendental, I decided to stick with “reality.” Because, despite how boring realism sounds in relation to magic, it doesn’t have to be…and probably shouldn’t be, if you’re doing it right.
I don’t always want to accept my situation…and I’m quite often not prepared to deal with it accordingly, but shying away from what “is” to live in a fantasy world won’t bring about more magic in life. It’ll bring disappointment.
So what does this have to do with my life? Since this blog really is my pool of narcissism, in which I gaze at my own reflection and pontificate.
In every life, there is magic…both ordinary and unexplainable. There are those moments that take my breath away. The moments I will never forget. The day I married my Husband. The day my son was born. The times when both have surprised me with expressions of love that have made my world seem absolutely complete.
None of these things were supernatural. All were real. Simple. So, quite honestly…I have to say that reality can be magic when we accept the fact that we are blessed to have what we have.
Is it magical that I am sitting here, enjoying a glass of wine, wearing a black nightgown, waiting for my amazing Husband to walk through the door so I can hand him a glass, kiss him, and know that my life is complete?
It’s life. A sort of magical realism, I suppose. Something like One Hundred Years of Solitude. Regardless, I’ll take my reality with a healthy does of magic…and my magic with a healthy dose of the blessings I already have.