You are magic
or, an acorn in my hand
In an Oracle card reading I did today, a beautiful message came through for my sitter:
“You Are Magic. And there is magic all around you.”
It was a message reminding her that in the midst of all the doings of human life; beyond the to do lists, the bills, the obligations, she is made of magic. Because all humans, and the world we live in, is made of magic.
I let this message soak into my heart too, because I too forget.
Like many, sometimes the madness and awfulness of the world becomes too much, and my years on this planet have been liberally scattered with anxiety and depression, usually with a side helping of despair, as a result. Times where I lose my footing and find myself walking with a heavy burden on my shoulders against the ferocious wind of life.
But in the moments when I find myself sliding into the embrace of despair, it is always a tiny spark of wonder in the natural world that guides me out. Like today, where something as simple and as mundane as a small acorn half-buried in the soil by my feet spoke to me of its magic.
As I held this tiny seed it told me how held within is is all it needs to walk the path into becoming a huge old oak tree, grand and glorious in its majesty, with the ability to live for hundreds of years: a path that is already written inside it, even though it is the size of my thumbnail.
It spoke to me of the force that lies within it. Not the instruction manual of its plant DNA, not the passed down memory held in its fibres, but a force of universal magic. The same force that creates the tree, the forest, life, the world, and us.
So with the acorn in my hand, I close my eyes and remember that this force that runs through each and every one of us, within and around us, unites us in light.
The same light within the acorn is the same light within me, is the same light within you, is the same light within all.
And among all the darkness, beyond all the awfulness, we are and always will be, Magic.