Weak Magic Lately
I just have not been feeling very magic lately. I really do need a magic wand, but until I find such I guess I’ll have to do things the way most folks do, with lots of ups and downs and kind of slowly at that. This is a good part of my problem. I don’t like things to go slowly. I want all the many, many tasks I’m working on to be done yesterday. When I stop to think about it I ask myself, what’s the hurry. I seem to be constantly hurrying through life missing that magic that is right there all the time. Easier said than done. I think I need to constantly remind myself to slow down and smell the roses, literally!
I read some incredibly amusing and enjoyable books in a series called The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. They are truly magic books. They made me both laugh and cry outloud as I read them. They were just so real. The main character, Precious Ramotswe, is a detective and the books are all about her adventures in Botswana solving situtations of the folks who live in her community. At first glance these books are very simple and indeed they are an easy read but they are chock full of profound advice. Precious muses at one point, “Everyone thinks we all want to be American, why would I want to be American? They are always hurrying around.” Exactly, is what I said to myself when I read that and guilty as charged. Maybe I need to move to Botswana.
Sometimes I think if my kids went off on the yellow school bus I’d have some time to actually clean the toilets and clear the dining room table where we do all our work but then I think who cares. One day when my kids are gone I’ll have a tidy and quiet house, VERY quiet and I’ll probably miss the noise and mess. Isn’t life an irony sometimes.
In the meantime I need a spell to cast on myself so I can put the brakes on and sit for a cup of tea and just look out the window and watch the magic in my own back yard.
Mimi