It's easy to recognize magic when it comes with words and wands, with smoke and mirrors, with a spotlight shown on an illusion so marvelous you stop looking for how the trick gets done. It's a glorious thing, when something happens and it's so large that you cannot help but stop and wonder. We need magic like that, that's flashy and obvious.
But there are also the smaller magics: a friend who really listens, a letter in the post on a day when hearing "I love you" matters, a hand extended in welcome or comfort. Things that are quiet, and real, and no less magical for that.
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There is magic found over shared cups of coffee -- and someone being there. It is definitely a beautiful thing.
ReplyDeleteLovely reminder of that. :-)
"They tell how Ulysses, glutted with wonders,
DeleteWept with love to descry his Ithaca
Humble and green. Art is that Ithaca
Of green eternity, not of wonders. "
("Cuentan que Ulises, harto de prodigios,
Lloró de amor al divisar su Itaca
Verde y humilde. El arte es esa Itaca
De verde eternidad, no de prodigios.")
Jorge Luis Borges, "Ars Poetica"
Ah, Borges. So, so good.
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