A Little Magic...

"A little magic can take you a long way."
                                           Roald Dahl

​When I say “Magic”…
I sometime talk about magic, but not the kind witches talk about.  Then what do I mean by magic?  For me it “just” means the power we were born with.  It isn’t sought from an entity other than the One that gave it to us before we had breath.
What it means to me is the intuition, the Power of Good, the ability to bless others, the gift of seeing blessings make a difference.  The most powerful “magic” is that that doesn’t get touted but comes to me in the silence and the reflection of a day or an event.  When I can clearly see that knowledge came from God, because there was no other source available, Magic.  The clarity that something I was able to do or see, that didn’t exist in the material world, that is magic!
Magic to me is something we all have but have never learned how to pay attention to its gifts.  What with the constant barrage of social media, TV, and so on, we have forgotten how to be quiet and listen.  We have been told that if we want to enjoy our own company or communing with God, we are isolating.  Life has become so busy and noisy; we no longer listen. 
Others may mean something dark or evil when they speak of magic, but I think God is the magic in our spirit.  Learning to be quiet and listen to the small quiet voice, learning to be in tune with the Spirit is where I find my magic.  Not listening to this is a rather new phenomena and being shamed or dismissed as odd or weird further hushes our Magic.
To practice “listening” to our intuition, the messages from our Creator, is to experience the Magic.