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Magic is constant. It is all around me, waiting for me to experience its wonder, but I only see it when I am fully and consciously aware of myself and my surroundings.

If I am feeling moody and low, then magic can jump up and down and do somersaults to get my attention, but I won’t see it.

If I am busy with tasks and responsibilities, then my focused attention will distract my from the sparkle of magic that might be right in front of me.

If I am in my head, listening to my thoughts racing around and through, the magic can appear before me in all its splendor and I will miss it.

Magic can be the sun shining, the birds singing, the green grass. Magic is the laughter of loved ones, the gentle wind blowing my lace curtains, the ruby throated hummingbird at my feeder. Magic is the physical flow of my body on my mat while practicing Yoga or the smell freshly picked herbs.

Magic is anything that makes me smile, feel present, and aware that I am breathing.  Magic is knowing that I am alive and allowing myself to be grateful for the gift of this life.

 

 

 

 

 

letitbleed prompt Magic

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