Its magic that is missing from life. I realized that when my daughter told me the other day that she no longer believes in Santa Claus. I can’t tell you the last time I actually believed in something. I have forgotten how to live. While I feel driven to learn as much as I can out of life, I still feel that something has been mislaid.
I’ve always looked at things a little different than most people. As a young adult, I remember how I found solace in taking a book to my favorite tree on our 90 acre farm (10 acres shy of Pooh’s) and reading all day. I believed there was a kind of energy created by all living things and the “Mother Earth” was the center of this phenomenon. I believed all this even before I knew there was a “Mother Earth”. I also understood that we had the power to control our own destiny just by visualizing and having faith in the universe.
So I wonder what happened? Why can’t I invoke this power anymore? It’s the magic. I had temporarily lost the magic. I will work on getting the enchantment back into my life then all of my supernatural powers will return.
A recent blog I read by Sherry Hartzer was entitled “Imagination: Believing in Tinkerbell.” Sherry, I believe in Faeries, I believe in Faerie dust and I believe in fairytales. I don’t want the magic to go away again. I need to explore ways to "unlock the magic" in my life.
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