Breathing…how does my heart know to keep beating? Blessing…ending every human conversation with that word. And now: Blissing–I’ve decided “bliss” is a verb….
Nature, the Bible, celebrating Jewish holidays like Rosh Hashanah and the Sabbath, awareness of mystery, and taking delight in the small pleasures of life are all magical to me.
Gazing at the vastness of the stars in the universe and then seeing the warm loving softness in others and feeling that in myself and knowing that is the magic of meaning.
The vastness of the universe and all of the magical ways life gives birth to everything.
We all “inter-are.”.
When we look deeply at something we see our interconnectedness. Everything inter-is. There is no end no beginning.
Magic is everywhere!
Watching a hummingbird dancing around a flower (in Portuguese a hummingbird goes by the name of “kiss-the-flower” – beija-flor- which I think captures it perfectly). Listening to a piece of music and then suddenly, uncontrollably have a current of vibrations run through my body. Love is magical.
The migration of the monarchs. Spider webs, especially glistening with dew. Trees! The Great Lakes. People who disagree having a real conversation. Unabashed kindness. Creativity and imagination, in all forms. Children – the questions they ask, playing on their own, their voices unfiltered. Music – the language of my soul. The resilience of the human body. And so much more …
Beautiful, Pilgrim, thank you. I am terrified of spiders and you made me remember how my mom would always remind me how pretty their webs are. She tried, but I was still terrified.
Faith as to how I can believe and not see. God being with me and sometimes I can’t feel and definitely not see Him but the results of my prayers and.just my figuring it out it and the realization of it happening.
When we get that special glimpse of the Divine in all of us and everything seems to sparkle, not just people or places, but sounds, music, the trees.
Little babies and new grandmothers doting over newborns.
Good health. Without it, things seem so pale.
My other thought is Christmas… even when I have been in the hospital at Christmas, it still meant so much.
The wind in the trees – I think the most beautiful music in the world. It speaks to me of change, of things moving. Heard a lot of it yesterday (the remnants of Hurricane Jose.)
I very much agree. When there’s a wind moving the trees, sometimes it makes the leaves sort of sparkle, but not sparkle so that the eyes see the sparkling, maybe I mean there’s a vibration to it. There is the magic of the wind and there is the magic of the tree and there is the magic of the tree in the wind and the magic of that recognition, realisation. If you take some time to watch the wind swaying a tree, you might notice a similar swaying in the inside of you as it soothes. (I only d...
I very much agree. When there’s a wind moving the trees, sometimes it makes the leaves sort of sparkle, but not sparkle so that the eyes see the sparkling, maybe I mean there’s a vibration to it. There is the magic of the wind and there is the magic of the tree and there is the magic of the tree in the wind and the magic of that recognition, realisation. If you take some time to watch the wind swaying a tree, you might notice a similar swaying in the inside of you as it soothes. (I only discovered that this year – how wonderful!)
A great many things seem magical to me. The human body, and how it works, would be high on my list for sure, followed by newborn babies, children as they grow, how ants, bees and birds live and thrive. Heck, even the computer I’m using, and all the things it does, seems magical to me. And then there’s that magic in a smile seen or delivered, or the wonder of touch itself. My list of what’s magical could be very long indeed.
Breathing…how does my heart know to keep beating? Blessing…ending every human conversation with that word. And now: Blissing–I’ve decided “bliss” is a verb….
Nature, the Bible, celebrating Jewish holidays like Rosh Hashanah and the Sabbath, awareness of mystery, and taking delight in the small pleasures of life are all magical to me.
Gazing at the vastness of the stars in the universe and then seeing the warm loving softness in others and feeling that in myself and knowing that is the magic of meaning.
How God humbles us with miracles of nature!
The vastness of the universe and all of the magical ways life gives birth to everything.
We all “inter-are.”.
When we look deeply at something we see our interconnectedness. Everything inter-is. There is no end no beginning.
Magic is everywhere!
Nice, so true for me too!
Watching a hummingbird dancing around a flower (in Portuguese a hummingbird goes by the name of “kiss-the-flower” – beija-flor- which I think captures it perfectly). Listening to a piece of music and then suddenly, uncontrollably have a current of vibrations run through my body. Love is magical.
Hummingbirds are truly amazing wonders. They make me stop and smile every time I am so lucky to be in their presence.
I love the Portuguese name for hummingbird!
Isn’t it the best?!
“Beja flor”….
“Obrigada”, dear Maya.
Three.wondeful words. They sound like music!
I agree. Obrigada a você querida Anna!
Life is wonderful – magic – unique!
The migration of the monarchs. Spider webs, especially glistening with dew. Trees! The Great Lakes. People who disagree having a real conversation. Unabashed kindness. Creativity and imagination, in all forms. Children – the questions they ask, playing on their own, their voices unfiltered. Music – the language of my soul. The resilience of the human body. And so much more …
Beautiful, Pilgrim, thank you. I am terrified of spiders and you made me remember how my mom would always remind me how pretty their webs are. She tried, but I was still terrified.
and they eat a lot of pesky bugs…
Faith as to how I can believe and not see. God being with me and sometimes I can’t feel and definitely not see Him but the results of my prayers and.just my figuring it out it and the realization of it happening.
When I see and experience all the good in people; that’s what is magical. So grateful to experience that daily.
When we get that special glimpse of the Divine in all of us and everything seems to sparkle, not just people or places, but sounds, music, the trees.
Little babies and new grandmothers doting over newborns.
Orthodox Buddhadharma.
A cat’s eyes!
Meow!
To see, to feel, to taste, to smell, to communicate…..to be here now and to love those that are here together.
Good health. Without it, things seem so pale.
My other thought is Christmas… even when I have been in the hospital at Christmas, it still meant so much.
Isn’t that the truth.
The wind in the trees – I think the most beautiful music in the world. It speaks to me of change, of things moving. Heard a lot of it yesterday (the remnants of Hurricane Jose.)
I very much agree. When there’s a wind moving the trees, sometimes it makes the leaves sort of sparkle, but not sparkle so that the eyes see the sparkling, maybe I mean there’s a vibration to it. There is the magic of the wind and there is the magic of the tree and there is the magic of the tree in the wind and the magic of that recognition, realisation. If you take some time to watch the wind swaying a tree, you might notice a similar swaying in the inside of you as it soothes. (I only d...
I very much agree. When there’s a wind moving the trees, sometimes it makes the leaves sort of sparkle, but not sparkle so that the eyes see the sparkling, maybe I mean there’s a vibration to it. There is the magic of the wind and there is the magic of the tree and there is the magic of the tree in the wind and the magic of that recognition, realisation. If you take some time to watch the wind swaying a tree, you might notice a similar swaying in the inside of you as it soothes. (I only discovered that this year – how wonderful!)
I love this….the feelings and changes caused by something I can’t see. That’s magical.
Movement in general is magical……infinitely creative….
love the wind, and a gentle breeze on a beautiful day, presence of a greater source….
Wind rushing through the wheatfields
The beauty of nature. How mother earth surprises me constantly with her magick, I am spellbound.
You look spellbound!
A great many things seem magical to me. The human body, and how it works, would be high on my list for sure, followed by newborn babies, children as they grow, how ants, bees and birds live and thrive. Heck, even the computer I’m using, and all the things it does, seems magical to me. And then there’s that magic in a smile seen or delivered, or the wonder of touch itself. My list of what’s magical could be very long indeed.
Yes, babies twinkle with magic (when they’re not hungry!).
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