Being born... Again... and Again... And again

When you look at the odds,conception is a miracle, even scientifically speaking. It's something like one out of two million. And then there is all the other births to follow. Changing from a girl into a woman. Changing from a boy into a man. And typically characteristic to any birth. It always is painful. Never an easy process. But typically characteristic of the new life, it always is new. Always refreshing. Always awe inspiring. Always eye-opening. Always a new dimension. And it always seems like a miracle. How did something so beautiful get born from this painful process.

We are born into this reality. And then so may times we have the opportunity to give birth to ourselves. Time and time again we can be born again, and again, and again. Experiencing a new relationship. Unlearning a bad habit. Experiencing self forgiveness. Unlearning perfectionism. Accepting a new job offer. Changing careers. Selling your house. Relocating. Learning a new language. Learning to really listen. Simplifying. Realising what really matters. Downscaling. Uplifting the downtrodden. Opening your heart. Allowing yourself to love. To give freely without expecting anything in return. Allowing yourself to love and become an ambassador of life, growth and healing. Allowing yourself to to be loved. Being transparent. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable. Allowing yourself to be known. Allowing yourself to experience the overlapping of two souls. And then who knows... maybe, just maybe...you and your complimentary significant responsible, comitted and caring other soul may just be the proud initiators, creators, king and queen of the miracle called conception. birth.

Between my conception, and the soul conception that will hopefully spring forth from me and my complimentary significant responsible, comitted and caring other, lies a lifetime with many cycles, seasons and changes. A lifetime filled with the ebb and flow of the infinte lifegiving force. A lifetime of mysterious twists and turns. A lifetime of unexplainble events. A lifetime of mystery and wonder...if we are open to it. And what is wonder and mystery other than ...magic!

A puddle of sleep

A few days ago i was on the road from 5 in the morning till 10 at night. Half of that time i spent behind a steering wheel winding through mountain passes, overtaking trucks in the nick of time and, at night,feeing like a rabbit in the headlights of on coming traffic.

It was not your average sunday drive. It was long, arduous and painful. But after unpacking all the luggage i melted down into a puddle of sleep. I evaporated into a cloud of nothingness. I felt weightless. I dissolved into a dreamy mist. I felt light. And for the first time that day i could breathe. Like dew drops in the morning i felt clear. Like a surrendered leaf in a cool summer breeze, i was floating. My longues, my chest and my mind was bulging sails at sea. I felt expanded. I felt uplifted. I felt enchanted. I felt totally captivated by a ligeraiting force. I felt free. I felt the much understated marvel, mystery and magic of sleep...

Gifts, presents and surprises

Receiving a gift makes me feel quite special. But giving a gift is also special. Another kind of special. A special that makes me feels like i am creating something out of nothing. Like i am bringing something beautiful into existence. Like i am manifesting a kind of wonder. Creating...something beautiful...a kind of wonder. Could that be seen as magic? No, more importantly, could that be experienced as magic?

Getting a present, especially unexpectedly, is a lovely surprise. Giving a present is more lovely. I play a pivotal role in a powerful act. An integral part in an awe inspiring experience. A vital role in the feat of surprise. A powerful act...an awe inspiring experience...the wonderful feat of surprise...Could that be seen magic? No, more importantly, could that be experienced as magic?

There is so much exhuberence in giving. There is so much vitality in giving. There is so much spark in giving. If only we could realize how wonderful, marvelous and magical we make this world by giving.

The eyes of the beholder

When is magic really magic?

Is it something in the vain of walking through walls; manifesting rabbits out of a hat and freeing yourself from locks and chains?

When magic boils down to the trickery of your eyes; when magic means creating illusion to evoke awe and amazement; when magic merely is an exceptional feat to provide entertainment; that to me is not real magic.

Yes it is amazing, spectacular and requires a lot of skill. Yes it is wow, extraordinary and we all say "how did he do that?". But where does it leave you? With what does that leave you?

What if you could be personally involved in creating magic? What if you could be the master behind the marvel? What if you could be a Magician yourself?

Real magic,for me, is more than entertainment. It's something that empowers you to create magic as well; something that equips you to transform your routine day to day rituals into moments of marvel; something that shows you there is a lot more magic off the stage than inside the theater...