little dream of mine

I like to think that everything is a great mystery. Every pond holds a secret spirit, the guardian of reflections. Every leaf has a star inside. There is an unseen world just beyond a notion and a glimmer in the far reaches of somewhere. It is remarkable how few seem to know that they are alive in a universe full of magic and beautiful beyond reason and sometimes comprehension. After all, when one thinks about it, is not "physics" just another name for magic? So much is unknown.

I was asked the other day which religion I hold to. I truthfully replied "Christian" because Christianity is so very familiar to me that it is like an old friend whom I would never betray. But my most profound creed comes not from any religious law; rather, it a belief in the spirituality of mystery.

I am floored whenever I realize that everything is actually real. It seems impossible, but I love impossible. One can reach out literally at any moment and touch the impossible, see the impossible at work everywhere, and know that a magic pure is flowing throughout all things seen and unseen.