Finding the Magic
At a preschool field trip today the kids were admiring a giant, brightly colored gumball machine. The machine had lights and a spiraling path for the gumball to descend. It was stamped with the words “Magic Gumball.” As the kids crowded around, the teacher asked them if they knew what the words said. “Gumball” was an easy guess, but she had to tell them the word “Magic.”
One of the children immediately said, “But magic isn’t real.” The teacher responded, “You’re right. Magic isn’t real.”
I wanted to cover up my children’s ears. I wanted to scoop them up and run. I wanted to kneel down and look deep into their eyes and tell them “That’s not true. Magic IS real. YOU are magic.”
Sunrises are magic. Wildflowers are magic. Bacon and cupcakes and shiny purple grapes are magic. A tickle that inspires fits of giggles is magic. The world is full of magic. Every moment of every day. Even on dark days, where it is hard to find the magic – it’s there. It’s always there. Like faith and trust and hope and love. You may not see it, but you see evidence of it if you know where to look.
A magician works by sleight of hand, creating illusions. But it's so much more than that. He also works by drawing you closer to your dreams and imagination. What child hasn’t wished he could fly, or disappear, or make something out of nothing? The magic isn’t just in the trick; it’s in the way it makes you feel – like astounding things are possible. Like you don’t have to be bound by the limits of gravity or circumstance or reality. Like anything can happen.
I’m reminded as I type these words, by the words of another hanging above my desk, that what you see in life depends mainly on what you look for. I choose to look for magic.
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it. – Roald Dahl
Where do you find the magic?