tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post3379533810182532241..comments2024-02-17T10:31:18.571-08:00Comments on presence of magic: Wednesday Wish (20)Brynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-59682697083352151402011-12-06T17:09:01.747-08:002011-12-06T17:09:01.747-08:00Brynne, this post has come at the perfect time for...Brynne, this post has come at the perfect time for me because I'm feeling so disenchanted with the consumerism and need to buy, buy, and buy exhibited by friends and loved ones. Whatever happened to sipping egg nog by the fire, creating homemade cards and presents, and wonderful potluck dinners where everyone brought something? It makes me sad to realize traditions and customs are getting lost in all the bruha of a commercialized season. This lovely post of yours served to remind me that the magic of Christmas is not dead, it just needs to be reawakened. I've missed you by my blog, lady! Do drop by when the spirit moves you! :)Bellahttp://gypsyroxylee.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-54380774445554220892011-12-03T05:07:54.587-08:002011-12-03T05:07:54.587-08:00The magic and wonder of our childhood....goodness,...The magic and wonder of our childhood....goodness, Debra...arent those memories priceless?! What a father you had!! I can see you there, wide-eyed and sparkling from your heart, both loving your father and loving the magic seeds he was planting in your imagination. Few things have come with less effort into my adult life than the magic of my childhood. If only we didnt forget how to cultivate those magical imagination moments as adults....I just know we'd all smile a lot more!:) I always love the responses you share here, Debra. You inspire and invigorate those childhood sparkles in me! Thank you!Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-22657678264302831712011-12-02T06:46:49.561-08:002011-12-02T06:46:49.561-08:00Dear, dear Michael Ann...I hear you. And you aren&...Dear, dear Michael Ann...I hear you. And you aren't alone. You are sensitive, as I am, and we pick up on the energies of people, especially when those energies live in many many people. But you are bigger than those energies. You know what matters in life and your light will shine thru even the ugliest of attitudes. Thats why you work with preschoolers, some of the most authentic souls on the planet. Their open hearts feed your light as they once fed mine. And that beautiful light needs to be fed. And fed often. If I could give you anything, beautiful soul, I would give you time. Time to sit and breathe. Time to be in nature with nothing to do. Time to take a nap or sit in a cozy chair with a cup of tea. Time to stare and time to weep and time to listen to the quiet voices inside your heart that know where you need to be. Always. Always. Listen and you will hear. And know you aren't alone. I understand. And I care. And I know you can bring back the magic in your Christmas. Its never left you, my friend.Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-7834351619173315742011-11-30T20:34:49.098-08:002011-11-30T20:34:49.098-08:00My dad always loved the thrill of Santa magic and ...My dad always loved the thrill of Santa magic and egged the children on by discreetly exiting the house, grabbing his flashlight, and pretending he was the jolly old man shining the light through the window. <br /><br />Sometimes he dramatized inside the house. He stood by the window and shushed all the children. When he had everyone’s full attention he said, “Listen, don’t you hear them? Sleigh bells.” And pointing outside toward the moon with such liveliness that any disbeliever would have fallen for his make-believe fervor he exclaimed, “There he is, there he is, don’t you see him riding through the sky with Rudolph leading the team!” We children were spellbound.<br /><br />I haven’t lost that sense of wonder exactly, but I have become dismayed over the rape of the sacred by our culture, and have grown weary of the materialistic blitzkrieg. I only wish for the simple joy and peace that is the true meaning of Christmas. That’s my heart’s truest wish.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-92065157532178419962011-11-30T15:18:49.780-08:002011-11-30T15:18:49.780-08:00How do you do it, Brynne? How do you see directly ...How do you do it, Brynne? How do you see directly into my heart? I needed to read this so badly. The past few years I have lost my love for Christmas, for all the reasons you mentioned. Black Friday epitomizes it all. The materialism, the spending that we can't afford, all the to-dos on my list....it wears me out. Christmas really is for children so it seems. I will TRY to do what you suggest. I really don't want to be a grinch.Michael Annhttp://thinkinginmyheadma.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-15504340437162624322011-11-30T07:51:16.741-08:002011-11-30T07:51:16.741-08:00Dear, dear Coco...soOo happy you made it back to w...Dear, dear Coco...soOo happy you made it back to where it felt better! What happened? Did you fall in love?:) I have a secret...I still get excited about Santa. Maybe not the gifts, (well, some of them!), but more the dream of him and what he represents. Give that back to yourself, too, wont you, dear soul? If I could give it to you in your stocking this Christmas morning, I would:)Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-80034655888903505772011-11-30T07:34:30.280-08:002011-11-30T07:34:30.280-08:00Oh, Brynne... I lost the enchantment of Christmas ...Oh, Brynne... I lost the enchantment of Christmas from about the age of 11, to the age of about 30. Then, something wondrous happened: I rediscovered my belief in the magic and joy of the season; the anticipation of Santa (not for myself, for others; especially children); the enchantment weaved into the very fibers of this time of year. I love it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-968534468069893372011-11-30T07:19:05.297-08:002011-11-30T07:19:05.297-08:00I agree, Susan...one of the greatest gifts we can ...I agree, Susan...one of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves and others, even all year long, is to see thru the eyes of a child. Best part is, when you do it long enough, you start seeing thru the eyes of a magic-believing adult. Maturity catches up and wonder takes on a whole new depth.:)Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-32920412364162052822011-11-30T06:30:03.380-08:002011-11-30T06:30:03.380-08:00What a delightful post. The best way I know to kee...What a delightful post. The best way I know to keep joy in the season is to see the wonder of it through the eyes of a child.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.com