Listen. Can you hear it? The music. I can hear it everywhere. In the wind . . . in the air . . . in the light. It’s all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do is . . . listen. From the movie, August Rush
Sometimes I still believe in magic. Sometimes I just know I am going to see a fairy hiding in the flowers. Sometimes I hear music when the wind blows softly against my face. I hope I never lose my flights of fancy that still dance inside my head, no matter what age I am . . .
Follow your heart . . . step by step . . . it will lead you into possibilities you never imagined.
The other morning I started looking back through a journal from 2010 and found something I had written. It actually went like this: I was thinking about how when you follow your heart - step by step - follow your path, and it will lead you into opportunities you never imagined. I truly believe that. It reminds me of the “cliche” that says you have to let go of good to receive what is best. How often do we accept circumstances in our lives, whether it be a job that bores us to tears or live somewhere that you know isn’t right for you . . . whatever . . . Life is too short to settle for less. My son, a few years ago, quit a job that offered security but that he was miserable in. He ended up finding a job working for a guy who valued Zac and his abilities, and who was willing to let him have time off to pursue his dreams, be it a road trip on a motorcycle or a trek in an old Subaru through Baja off the beaten track. He went from feeling frustrated to living life his way and savored every moment of it.
Sure was glad I had my iphone in the car on this day, driving home from the store. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road – the sky was putting on such a show! There was more than magic on a morning long ago when Christ rose from death. I have a hard time holding onto much, but of this I have no doubt. That reality has kept me from sinking into an abyss and ultimately has stirred my cold heart back to life. The quote is by J. B. Priestly
Every once in a while I re-read Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (I know – that is not the complete title.) I am ready to read it again. Often what spurs me is when I am confounded by circumstances . . . sometimes personal, sometimes by the way of the world which often doesn’t make sense.