Witnessing the Magic of Life angela
Witnessing the Magic of Life
by Angela Fischer, April 2012
This morning I fell in love with a cherry blossom. She took me by surprise, looked at me, deep into my heart, communicating with light.
The Magic of Life – does it exist if we do not witness it?
If no one in the world looked at the starry sky in the night, if no one on earth woke up by the airy song of an early bird in the morning, if no one felt the cool breeze stroking their hot cheeks after a long summer’s day, would there be magic in life, could it fulfil its purpose to awaken us from our sleepy existence?
If there were no child anywhere in the world discovering the sparkle of thousands of lights in a handful of sand, and if there were no one to see then the shining eyes of the child playing with the light in the grains of sand, could the magic of life still unfold its power? Would it still exist?
Would we be able to bear what is so human in us without the Divine? Could we cope with our fears and anxieties that at present times seem almost to eat up humanity, as we are being driven further and further into the dark places of separation?
Without a meaning in life, a deeper meaning, that carries us through the waves of our existence — through both birth and death, sorrow and joy, pain and delight, without separating them from each other — we are lost, even if we do not notice what we are missing. If there is no meaning, no spark we recognize in creation, creation cannot reflect the light to us; life cannot carry our souls to their destination.
Life is sacred. And the sacredness speaks to us through its magic. The lights playing on the water remind us of the eternal spark of light within the world. Magic is something we cannot control, because it belongs to the moment, it was not created before, it is not part of a schedule. A moment is magical because it is unpredictable, because it is being born for the very first time. The magic of life touches us, surprises us, and gives rise to the feeling of awe and wonder and of a meaning far beyond our own concepts. The magic of life allows for life playing with us, also to fool us, and then surprisingly, if we are able to laugh, it presents us with the most beautiful solutions of what we before have considered a permanent problem.
Yet we need to embrace the magic of life. The spark in creation needs to be witnessed, and this happens through our hearts. With the light in ourselves we recognize the light in creation. Light finds light.
So why not step out of your door and look, listen, sense, feel with your heart? Yes, right now. There is always something magical that is waiting to be witnessed. Waiting to be seen, to be heard. Waiting to touch us, to touch our skin, our heart or both. Even if the spark has almost vanished, buried by our forgetfulness, it is waiting to be witnessed and thus to be reawakened again.
And then … if you feel it, if you recognize the divine spark in the small thing you are relating to, just at this moment, you might find yourself immersed in prayer. You realize you are the prayer.