Pockets of Magic

I don't believe in religion and I'm not spiritual. But I believe in magic.

I'm not saying like, sleight of hand, witches and wizards types of magic. I’m talking about magic that some people call miracles and those places that capture you in a way you would never expect.

I know there has to be magic in the air when a dog chooses you over everyone else in the room. I know there’s magic when you happen to run into someone when traveling and you both happen to know the same people or you’re from the same city.

I know there’s magic in the way we fall in love.

If this “magic” is real, I know it has to be different for everyone. But there is also collective magic, too. Religions offer their own magic. People are magic. I’m convinced some places on this Earth were built on pools of magic.

Take, for instance, places like Las Vegas or New York City, or maybe even the Seven Wonders of the World. All these places are built on springs of magic, infecting the air in which people breathe, calling them back there time and time again.

But there are also magic places that are specific for certain people. The land I grew up on is magic. I know it is because I can see it in the way the sun shines through the trees and how that one tree tucked behind my mom’s house always turns red weeks before fall actually begins. My favorite beacon of the season to come.

I believe there is magic in destiny. How else do we roam this planet and somehow fall in love with the people we do? I know there’s a science to falling in love, but I can’t help but think it feels just a little supernatural.

I could be completely wrong about this, but then again, who’s to say what I believe is false? We all subscribe to some form of mythical way to explain these lives we live.

Call it religion, call it fate, call it destiny.

There is something magical about all of these things.

I know I won’t get all of the answers to the big questions I have, so it’s comforting in my mind to just believe there are touches of magic all over.

It’s the pockets of magic that infect my life that I’m the most grateful for.