Monthly Archives: January 2015

The Magic Doesn’t Wait On Us

So you didn’t read Dr. Seuss last night to your child when you had the chance to?  What if last night’s magic may not be there tonight? Sure, you are 35 years old for 12 months, but a child is only 3 years and 331 days old for a day.

The candles glow on the dinner table with just enough light to illuminate the table and the faces that surround it. Inch tall flames dance so we may experience and take in this ancient tradition all the while they’re whispering to us, “be here”. Magic. And then the magic of the flame is robbed by screens with faces lit by check-ins, status updates, pins, and tweets all in the name of heart-shaped like buttons.

Gratitude has its longevity, but the beauty of its weight is felt and found immediately when it is initially laid upon us. Take the magic that gratitude offers today…no, take it now. Find some paper, write the note, seal it, stamp it, and drop it in the mail. Your words won’t know if they’re on cardstock or scrap paper. The magic is in the inked writing, not the paper. Who needs to know that you have breathed easier because of them?

What has you inspired, fired up, and focused today may not have the same magic tomorrow. Inspiration funds our moments that are to produce a future that excites us. Magic today is for today and tomorrow’s magic will have its own new name and face for you as well.

Carpe diem, carpe magic.

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Your Rubik’s Cube

We’re all holding, turning, and working on a metaphorical Rubik’s Cube.

I have mine.

You have yours.

Beautiful, right? Collectively a choir, individually a voice.

If someone asked you, “How does one live well and lead a good life?”…would you be willing to share your cube with them to help them with an answer?

Align the colors…shift the rows…listen to the other side…connect the dots…someone will need your insight soon.

rubik's cube

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“When you love something like reading — or drawing or music or nature — it surrounds you with a sense of connection to something great. If you are lucky enough to know this, then your search for meaning involves whatever that Something is. It’s an alchemical blend of affinity and focus that takes us to a place within that feels as close as we ever get to “home.” It’s like pulling into our own train station after a long trip — joy, relief, a pleasant exhaustion.

If a writer or artist creates from a place of truth and spirit and generosity, then I may be able to enter and ride this person’s train back to my own station. It’s the same with beautiful music and art.

Beauty is meaning.” Anne Lamott

Thank you Anne.

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The Dots

Yes, you will need to and should be connecting some dots. Be on the move.

More dots than you will ever realize will be connected for you and/or on your behalf. Be grateful.

And some just show up, hang around, and await your connecting or introduction from another. Be on the lookout.

The more dots I look for and become aware of, the more connections I tend to make.

We put the alphabet in a certain order to make it a pop song for children before they enter the school systems.

That’s one way to sing it.

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We accept all forms of payment…

…at some point.

Maybe you could pay someone with some help?

Or maybe they could pay you with some insight?

What about encouragement? This is one of the finest and rarest currencies available today…impossible for a check to bounce here.

And then there’s trust, friendship, hope, grace, and love.

Strapped for cash?

Check your wallet for some humanity.

It’s in there.

Even though few are teaching us it’s in there…it’s in there.

You just need to remember to use it.

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