Magic

I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. When I was twelve, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present, and into the future. We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put in the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we’re told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wilderness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad at what they allowed to whither in themselves. After you get so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get all weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theatre, the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm. The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks, and get crippled. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know its happening until one day you feel like you’ve lost something, but you’re not sure what it is. -Robert McCammon

If you can seen the magic in fairy tales, you can face the future. -Unknown

To the child in you who laughs and plays and jumps on the bed when no one’s around. To the dreamer in you who wishes on pennies and candles, and still knows the words to "star light, star bright, first star I see tonight." To the believer in you who never gives up, who radiates hope, and who makes everyone else believe in the magic of wishing and dreaming. - Unknown

Walk through a dream today with childlike footsteps that only know the limits of a young imagination. Walk through a dream today, until you reach that place inside where wishes are made and magic is born. -Unknown

The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. -Eden Phillpotts

We think, sometimes, there’s not a dragon left. Not one brave knight, not a single princess gliding through secret forests, enchanting deer and butterflies with her smile. We think, sometimes that ours is an age past frontiers, past adventures. Destiny, it’s way over the horizon; glowing shadows galloped past long ago and gone. What a pleasure to be wrong. Princesses, knights, enchantments, and dragons; mystery and adventure...not only are they here-and-now, they’re all that ever lived on earth. Our century, they changed clothes, of course. Dragons wear government costumes today, and failure suits and disaster outfits. Society’s demons screech, whirl down on us should we life our eyes from the ground, dare we turn right at corners we’ve been told to turn left. So crafty have appearances become that princesses and knights can be hidden from each other, can be hidden from themselves. Yet masters of reality still meet in dreams to tell us that we’ve never lost the shield we need against dragons, that blue-fire voltage arcs through us now to change our world as we wish. Intuition whispers true: we’re not dust, we’re magic. -Richard Bach, The Bridge Across Forever