dear magic,
i wasn't going to take this letter seriously.
please...magic? what the hell do i know about magic?
and then today i was sitting in a friend's wedding ceremony. and i was watching as this couple, as these families, pledged to love and support each other. and i was watching these two cultures, one indian, one white-american, come together. and i was watching little kids running around. and i was watching old friends chatting. and i was watching all the rose petals being thrown.
and i thought: this is magic.
i thought: love is magic. ritual is magic. communion is magic. music and chanting are magic. food is magic. sharing your soul is magic.
i thought how magical it must be to find someone who wants to pledge their life to you. how magical it must be to make that commitment. how magical it must be to see your children take those steps and make those commitments. it is magical for me, and i'm just an old friend.
(i tend to be more traditional and conservative when it comes to love and relationships. i know some say that marriage as we know it is antiquated and that monogamy is antiquated and impossible. some have tried to make me feel better about being single by asserting that i could have a bunch of guys if i wanted. and its not that i necessarily disagree...different strokes for different folks...you do you...really...go on and get the love you want....but i know, for me, there is magic in committing to one person. what can i say? all those disney movies and romantic comedies worked on me...for good or for bad.)
but also, how magical it is to notice how we've all gotten older. this friend and i went to high school together. now we are in our 30s. we are the same and not the same, and that is magical. how magical it is to laugh and remember how we were at 15. how magical it is to bear witness. how magical it is to be able to fly through the sky and be someplace else, in a matter of hours, to be that witness. how magical it is to wear black, white, and red (i think its magical...don't judge). how magical it is to be present.
presence is magical too.
i mean, life is really magic. living is magic. so...everything is magic? probably. thats probably the answer...
magic, it was nice to be reminded of you this morning.
magic, i hope your many forms continue to grace my life in the coming years.
(this is day twenty-three of april love)