This past Saturday, after spending some time laying in the sand with the sun kissing my skin at Moonlight Beach in Encinitas, I stopped at SoulScape for the first time… my kind of place: books everywhere, trinkets everywhere, tapestries, candles, symbols, crystals, cards, clothing, jewelry, all birthed from the soul.  I am happy I stopped in.  Once I had gathered all the items I was purchasing (three used books for less than $12! and a hanging crystal for my new office window)… I walked over to the register and put my items down and waited as the young woman rang up my items.

As I was waiting, two little girls and their family walk in, mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, uncle maybe… One of the little girls walks by the angel figurines immediately on her right upon entering the store, is drawn to them, reaches out with her tiny little hand to touch them and asks, “Are these magical??”… Her father or uncle, immediately responds “No” in a heavy, deadening way, like he knew what he was talking about, like there was no such thing as magic, like he actually understood this reality.. this short, boring, soul-crushing, possibility limiting, “No”.  I could feel her heart deflate and her puzzlement because she knew there was magic but here was this grownup telling her no.  All I wanted to do was to run over there, pick her up in my arms, hold her so closely to my beating heart, twirl her around, and whisper to her, “yes, sweet girl!! Those ARE magical!! just like you!!”

People, mostly adults, talk like they know what this reality is, like they know what real magic is, when they are blind to the fact, to the understanding, to the wisdom, that because they EVEN EXIST – MAGIC EXISTS – because they have form, a beating heart, a thinking mind, a moveable body made of bones, flesh, blood, magic exists.