Kid: "Dad, there's no real magic in the world, right?"
Dad: "What do you mean?"
Kid: "You know, like elves and stuff. People just made that up."
Dad: "Oh, I don't know. I mean, what makes you think that elves are any more magical than something like a whale? You know what I mean? What if I told you a story about how underneath the ocean, there was this giant sea mammal that used sonar and sang songs and it was so big that its heart was the size of a car and you could crawl through the arteries? I mean, you'd think that was pretty magical, right?" ("Boyhood" 2014)
When we were kids it was easy to see the world through magical eyes: we spent our days discovering, imagining, exploring, and creating. We hadn't yet learned to take for granted the miraculous ways that the world works, or the important and meaningful place that we fit into it.
What if the key to magical thinking is simply remembering that the world itself is magical, and that we are too? Remembering that we are not just adults driving to work and walking the dog, but important contributors to this complicated and miraculous world?
Creators, innovators, lovers, connectors: all important, all with something to offer...and tuning into the "magic" all around us.
It's there, my friends. As Moby said, we are all made of stars...and it turns out we actually are.
If that's not magic, I don't know what is...
Love and stars,