about magic.
Last November I found journal on a bookshelf in my hallway. It was 10 years old.
In a short passage, I’d remarked on how I overlook my coffee cup, though I interact with it daily. I thought about the people I overlook in the same way.
I wrote about that last year, about what happens when I remember not to do that.
I listen now. I listen. I’ve learned that magic happens when I listen. That people show me, tell me wonderful things about themselves. It’s as if they wait for someone who values what they say and then, they bring out their gifts and give them freely.
I look at my coffee cup. I used to think it was tool. Now I know it holds what I decide — a magic sweet as life.
This weekend I intend to listen with all my might.
Because I was right. Magic is sweet as life.
What a wonderful reminder. Thank you for that, Liz.
In making a new friend in the new town I recently moved to a couple months back, I’ve come to realize how absolutely right you are on both points. The people we interact with daily are often taken in stride, so to speak, and we stop listening for the tiny and subtle details that paint a fuller picture, instead just settling for the outline and primary colors. Getting to know my new friend has made me remember how wonderful it is to listen so intently and be delighted with all the new things that I’d otherwise never notice.
In summation: Yeah, you’re spot-on. =)
Hi Kusani!
Listening to people can be like listening to music . . . if we do it with intention, if we aspire to hear, it’s really an entirely amazing inspiring experience.
Yes, I hear you. 🙂
Ooh, wonderful analogy. Given that I have music playing every moment – while driving, working, eating, playing, and sleeping – it’s also a nice reminder to appreciate the ever-changing soundtrack to my life. =)
It is a good morning.
Ah yes. We only have to pay attention to realize that every morning is as good as we let it be. 🙂