This year I will be turning 50. The BIG 5-0! With this comes many different things. Inhibitions are lessened, you appreciate the small things more and see the world just a little differently. One thing I have noticed is that: Life is magickal! It is all around us. You can see it in your children’s eyes, in a tree as the wind blows the leaves, walking along an undiscovered trail, the smell of a sweet wildflower, and in the laughter of a good friend. I believe in the magick of these things. They can uplift a weary soul and shed light onto a dreary day. I want to share with you what I find magickal through this blog. Through photos and words, I hope to be able to bring some of this magick to you!
All too often we are brought down by the responsibilities as grown-ups as we dredge along through the daily grind. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have something to lift us up? Give us hope? We won’t be without the struggles in our lives. Sadness will find us. Troubles will bring us down. Work hard at finding the magick in simple things and letting go of the trappings of adulthood. See the beauty through the eyes of a child. Enjoy a sunset. Smell a flower. Breathe deep! See the MAGICK!
Lackluster, finite, gnawing ~ heavy weight inside ~ erroneous fault of mine
Soft whispering wind
Leading me down the pathway
Linking to the past
A granddaughter’s “I Love You”
A blooming flower.
Sunshine on my face.
Understanding in your lover’s eyes.
Memories inspired by a song.
An unexpected handwritten note.
A simple “Thank you.”
A hike alone in the mountains.
A hug just when you need one!
It’s the little things that bring joy.
I recently saw this short paragraph on depression and suicide and it resonated with me. For those who struggle with depression, the pain is real and it is a constant struggle.
“Speaking from the perspective of someone who has struggled with depression for most of my life, I can tell you that a 1-800 # is not going to fix it. A therapist is not going to fix it. Medication is not going to fix it. Many people find it so easy to say that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but what many people don’t understand is that for some people (like me) depression is sometimes a lifetime battle that never truly goes away. When it hurts so much to live, you don’t think clearly. There are random moments of “happy”, but for some, our minds are just wired differently and our emotions are hyperssensitive. It doesn’t mean that all who have depression will ever act on it. It doesn’t even mean that life can’t still have some semblance of meaning. But, to think a simple phone call is the answer is being naive. To think suicide is a selfish act, is one opinion. But from someone who struggles with severe depression, I see it differently. I live only because of my extreme love for my daughter. I know how much she needs me. When I share my sadness, it’s not even a 100th of a percentage of the depth of how bad it can get, but I reach out now, because it does help to not have to face it alone. It’s a constant struggle. Show kindness always. Be considerate always. We all share this planet. None of us asked to be here. And there is so much beauty if we open our eyes to it, yet all around me, people are so self absorbed, and choose to complain about even the smallest things. They’re rude, and inconsiderate, when there’s no reason to be. There’s so much unnecessary pain and suffering in this world. It’s crazy. Just listen, and love, and don’t be frightened away by anything someone with depression has to say. They sometimes just need to be heard. Peace and love.”
Up’s and Down’s like a raggedy rollercoaster soaring through the wind
Clickety, Clack, Clickety, Clack
Feeling out of control.
What is this whirlwind?
Afraid to raise your arms, mastered by anxiety of the unknown
Unable to define your emotions
Fear, excitement, elation, scared, uneasy, joy?
Terrified of taking that next step, worried about the sadness.
With it, the whirlwind brings deep sorrow and gloom – from where did it arise?
Like hurricane winds the emotions swirl about leaving me shattered
Pull myself from the dregs of this sorrow only to see brightness again.
Hang on! Hang on tight, for no one knows how long the respite will last
Before the next whirlwind ensues.
There is nothing That stops my heart Or my wandering thoughts As the little hands Of a tiny heart, Upon my face To make me pay attention.
via That Little Hand — The Chatter Blog
I’ve got nothing to hide. But there are things I don’t want to share. I have things to be ashamed of, And those things are mine, not something for others to have on me. My authenticity is mine to be proud of, Or deal with. My curiosity Is not a right to someone else’s truths. […]
via The Truth of Me — The Chatter Blog
Have you ever had one of those days where you could wish your self away?
I wish I had more money.
I wish I were skinnier.
I wish I had a better job.
I wish my kids would behave.
I wish the weekends were longer.
We “wish” for so many things: more time, less bills, more happiness, less sadness, more money, less problems. Why do this to ourselves? Let’s try to be happy in the moment and embrace all of the magickal opportunities we have each blessed day! Learn to appreciate what you DO have and when you do wish, wish good things for others. Wish for them happiness, health and balance in their lives. Wish for them for peace, friendship, and love. Be happy for their successes and supportive during their losses. And be kind to yourself – stop wishing away your life. Be present! Be Magickal!
I remember the magickal smell of the yeast mixed with flour, poppy and sesame seeds at the ready, the kitchen so hot you were sweating, all waiting in anticipation for the big feast you would have later. It’s not the feast I remember. It is the time and effort, the love that my mom put into getting up early to start the turkey and make homemade rolls. A dozen poppy seed, a dozen sesame seed. It took way too long for the dough to rise only to be kneaded again, and placed back in the bowl with a kitchen towel covering it. The waiting once more began. Impatience took hold.
Now, I wish I could wake up in the morning and smell those familiar smells of Thanksgiving and see my mom kneading the dough for her poppy and sesame seed dinner rolls. I miss those days, but I am grateful. Grateful to have those memories of my mother in the kitchen making dinner with love for a family who didn’t know how to appreciate it. Now, I stand at the kitchen table prepping the turkey, homemade cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes with rolls. Trying to make loving memories as I cook dinner for my family, my mother, and still grateful for those cold, wintery days when the house smelled like fresh dinner rolls and turkey.
Be grateful for the memories you have. Hold on to them as they are precious and cannot be taken away from you. Remember the good in others.
Yesterday I stood outside, amazed at the beauty before me. A slight breeze blowing through the leaves of the trees, golden yellow flickering with the sun warming their faces as they whispered and giggled to each other – can you feel it? The freedom to dance and sway to the music of mother nature. For they stand strong — ancient souls that repeat the cycle of birth, life, and death. We should be like those leaves — basking in the sun as it penetrates our skin, warming us to the bone. Giggling, whispering, loving and living gracefully adjusting as our season’s change.