Magic

I've been reading Richard Wagamese's Keeper'N Me. It's about a young man rediscovering his Aboriginal roots after he was taken from his family at a young age and raised in foster care (for no good reason, but that's a whole other thing).

On this journey he is learning from one of the elders to help him reconnect. There's one particular passage where the two of them are standing outside in the snow waiting for the sun to rise and they speak about the magic in the air. How it actually feels electric as everything prepares to come to life for another day. 

I love the magic that can be in a sunrise. The magic that comes from watching one of my cats hunt a shoe lace. The magic that happens in a laughing and joyful group of people. All of this everyday magic is around us all the time. Sometimes the magic is more blatant in terms of something you've been working toward finally coming to life. 

It's funny how easy it is for me to get caught up in things though and miss it. Or to not take enough time to really immerse yourself in that magic and let it settle in your heart. It's this magic that makes everything else light and recharges my batteries.  The beautiful thing is it's everywhere, we just have to slow down enough to let it in.