Also known as gratitude and cynicism.
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Also known as gratitude and cynicism.
#HowThingsAre
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.
Resolutions.
These things we long to do in the next 365 days. Goals, dreams, and a myriad of won’t-dos and to-dos that are as unique as each one is an individual.
And these are good. We set them. We reach them. We progress.
However, they aren’t us and they aren’t you. As hard as we try to hang a hat on them, the hat just won’t hang (or not like we thought it would).
We aren’t trophies, spreadsheets, calories, or accolades.
We are hearts with hands, feet, eyes, tongues, and ideas.
The great David Crowder gave us a beautiful word picture of the heart, its nest, and the force that powers it. He wrote, “What was said to the rose to make it unfold was said to me here in my chest.” To this day, those words take my breath away.
So rather than give 2015 a number, a net worth, or a behavior modification, what if we gave this year the chance to nourish and bloom that thing in our chest?
When something blooms it has arrived at its most beautiful moment. All the soil tilling and stem growth has led to that moment. In that moment a fragrance is offered, its form marveled, and just the simplicity of this bloom on display can change the vibe and feel of a room.
Perhaps when we are in bloom there’s a fragrant offering to the world, beauty released, and a vibe that changes people, moments, and the universe itself?
The heart…guard it. It’s been called the wellspring of life. We must also garden it so it will be given the opportunity bloom and re-bloom again and again.
Happy New Year.
Let the music play and let the flower bloom.
Have all of your answers?
Or
Have wrestled with all of your questions?
Pretty sure our questions respect us more than our answers do.
Ashton.Gustafson 