Friday, December 10, 2010
Cold and Magic.
Though we often think of magic as FIRE and SPARKLE and wands that ZAP things into frogs or bunnies, magic occurs in the cold for me. A sunset on a beach is stunning and pretty, but walking in the snow in a large city with Christmas lights everywhere and hearing the silence all around, that is magic. Being under loads of covers with a lover while the temps outside are in the 20's, that is magic. Skiing down a hillside and knowing that you are forced to be in the present and one with the mountain, that is magic. There is no time to create TO-DO list whilst careening!
Noticing people scurrying and kids throwing snowballs and Currier and Ives-style sleading in Central Park. That is SO magic. I have seen it and I wept. I feel alive in the cold. I feel exhilarated with the chill and the promise of warmth and home and hearth and soup. SOUP is magic. It just is! Lovers are magic. A tree with lights to me is simple joy. I feel so blessed to have experinced all of this. And being alive is magic in itself.
Bundle up. Put on gloves and a hat and a scarf and notice things. Really notice. Celebrate the magic. Take a lover. Get some soup! Marvel at lights. Wonder. Ski. Sled. Watch the snow outside the window of the Met.