This blog is now part of a new practice called The Superhero's Way, more at the bottom of the page...but we still love MAGIC!

Magic is the everyday realization of those moments of "Oh wow!" we expect from fiction and films, when we see something we wish would be true in our own lives. Magic means we don't have to wish anymore...

You is something you DO, not believe!


Magic is the thing that makes us tingle, lights our fire, or comes to mind like a breath of fresh air. It opens your heart.


What is your favorite thing? How it makes you feel is what magic feels like.


Magic is not waiting for something to happen because you made a wish. It’s more like making the wish and living according to it at the same time. http://beauartsltd.blogspot.com/2016/12/magic-magical-thinking-and-story-about.html


Magic is all around us. We are not accustomed to saying that because we rarely slow down to notice the wonders created by nature, human ingenuity, or both.

Magic is a purposeful exchange of energy, not a power or an accident. We all make magic everyday, the learning is to embrace it!



Sunday, November 18, 2018

Why this is important

Have you ever said to yourself:


“I feel like I am the only one who cares about _____________”


You are in the right place…



For me it was always wildlife -- trees, birds, fish. Since I was very small even the idea of interacting with other species set my soul ablaze like nothing else. Sandcrabs were always more interesting to me than beachballs, and every maple, spruce and gingko on my block was in my prayers every night, City birds especially tugged at my heart, I drew strength from their resilience and boisterous energies as they sang in the face of urban hardships,

While I recorded such musings in various journals throughout my life, I don’t ever recall having a conversation about these things. When I pointed them out no one seemed interested, An old flame even said,”I’ve seen trees before.” (Probably a future essay here, on how you know you’re with the wrong person!) And for better or worse, I think I stopped trying.

This turned into a sort of grief reaction, in anticipation of what I loved being neglected and destroyed, because people don’t share my priorities. Where I felt such an abundance of love, I also always encountered the pain of a lack of that, which I had no way of making up for. Eventually it overtook the high energy vibrations I used to experience, I was not able to access them any more. I thought and felt the same, but I was not receiving what I now know was a confirmation from the Universe, saying “Yes, this is very important, keep looking and feeling.”

It is probably not insignificant that this happened around 9-11 and I lived in NYC. And it’s not as if I lived in desolation, I was writing prolifically and vividly, partnered with the great love of my life, and started creating and exhibiting visual art. In the end, it was writing that brought me back around - while whirling a sci-fi time travel/multiverse concept around in my head, I found a character not able to decide what they could know for certain was real anymore. Glancing over at Mark beside me, I heard my inner voice whisper, “only love.”

The idea that love is all being at the center of many teachings of New Thought, this notion brought me reconsider my much earlier explorations. I consumed a great deal from the self-help and psychology shelves at the bookstore, with standout authors such as Barbara DeAngelis, Wayne Dyer, and M.Scott Peck influencing my personal philosophy, and my understanding of my personal spiritual history, in life-changing ways. And Oprah made me dream of my own talk show! (Mostly so I could spend every day learning about humans.)

So, years later, after life took a few sharp turns, I was fortunate to have good friends guide me the the fact that I could resume this exploration via electronic media. Which, not coincidentally, has also provided people like me with an opportunity to present upon some kind of public platform largely free of complications and gatekeepers. I could even host a talk show as a podcast! And instead of thinking, too bad it took so long, I believe there is some “divine timing” to it all.

Why is “divine” in quotes? Communication. All of us are made of the same energy that composes the cosmos - stardust, if you will. Over millennia humans have identified this energy as one or many somewhat anthropomorphic deities and, indeed, were this energy to communicate with us, it would have to take a form comprehensible to people - . “God” is a great way to refer to this energy for many, and yet for many others the name is painful because of what people have inflicted on the word trying to claim some kind of divine privilege for themselves, so I work to keep my discourse as innocent secularism. I myself have received words in voices both male and female, but that doesn’t mean I believe the source was a single, transgender supreme being - just a large, loving energy making sure it was understood in that moment by another little bit of energy ensconced in a body.

Finally having chosen to listen and teach and care for others, I can now say, “Go out and look at a tree whether you want to or not!” And others can take or leave that or say I’m nuts when I leave the room, and I will remain unfazed...

What excites me in this moment (and inspired this post) is Marianne Williamson’s Presidential bid -- she is a leader who has been helping people awaken to the values that are most important to me for decades, and now more people will learn of her work. Marianne has also demonstrated over the years that Americans needed to mind our community and democracy, and she would do a great job pulling us off the brink.