The magic is all around you..

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For me, magic is the otherworldliness that runs through the Universe, the sense that anything could happen, the sense that if we peel back the layers of the ordinary, we will discover something truly miraculous at the core of existence. At one level, it is completely alien, supernatural, out of the ordinary, unbelievable. And at another, truer, level, it is absolute normality… the miraculous is simply ‘how things are’.

The more we explore the universe, the weirder things get, the stranger, the more amazing…

Did you know that if two electrons occupy the same space they become entangled… and if you separate them, by many many miles, a change in one affects the other? Did you know that if you cool something down to absolute zero, the point at which nothing moves, there is still a mysterious energy, the zero point field, that seems to be everywhere and nowhere – at the same time? Did you know that some scientific experiments at the quantum level change depending on what the experimenter expects to happen?

There are strange and remarkable things in this world, and for me the more I expect the miraculous, the more I expect to be surprised by this wonderful and amazing planet, this strange and beautiful universe. Albert Einstein himself said:

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle.

The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

The more I look for miracles, for coincidence, for things to happen that I did not expect… the more they do. The more I relax into trusting that everything is going to be OK – then the more I find that it is. The more I simply let go and stop forcing things… the more delightful and wonderful and unexpected beauty appears in my life. The more I am thankful for the miracles that I already have… the more miracles happen.

The more aware we become, the more we learn to listen, the more we pay attention to the miracle in every moment, the more grateful for each and every single moment, the more we see the magic in a raindrop, in a spider’s web, in a child’s hand, in a touch, in a kiss, in a cloud scudding across the sky.. then the more magic rushes to meet us.


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