Wafts of Cinnamon, Hints of Magic
Are you ready to BE the magic? Come with me... Let's see where this adventure will lead us.
Today I was sitting on my bed, trying to concentrate on something else, and I had a thought ~
If I could be anywhere, doing anything right now, what could I be doing?
And the answer came quickly, and without me thinking about it:
I could be sitting at a table in a cafe, in the heart of an ancient town. I would want to be sipping something gorgeous and straight from the heart of the area: honeyed tea, or spiced chocolate, or sweetened coffee, or something I have never heard of before today.
I could be smelling the soft drift of whatever was being sold and cooked and created around me: maybe wafts of clove and cinnamon, or onions and chillies, or the flowers that grow in a pot beside my table, or the heady perfume of a passer by. I could be smelling things that I couldn’t immediately name because there is nothing in my lived history to compare, but something in my bones would know that it was good.
I could be seeing the unique colour combinations that put me into that place and that time. Would they be ochre or magenta or deep indigo? Would they be shades of brown or grey or red? Or would they be bright white and turquoise?
I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing but I know that sitting there, I would be connected to the magical undercurrent of place and time.
There was no urgency; no sense of not-there-ness, but rather a yearning for a deeper magic.
I know that what I actually want, right now, is to go deeper into my own heart; to smell the smells, and see the sights that make me feel beautiful and help me remember that I am powerful.
I want to live in the knowledge of my rightness so deeply that it helps me to settle into my creativity and to expand my own sense of safety when expressing and following my own delight.
I want more magic. I want to create worlds. I want to live an enchanted life.
The things we yearn for are not always literal.
In fact, I would argue that they almost never are.
It’s why when we get the things we want, we rarely feel a lasting shift.
It’s like longing for beauty and buying make-up.
But I think you will find that it's the longing under the yearning that holds the truth.
I encourage you to go deeper. I encourage you to look - to truly look - at what you are yearning for and then to pick it up and look under it.
What do you really want?
What invitation is under the longing?
And how can you follow that path, even just a little?
Today I am making myself a honeyed hibiscus tea, lighting a clove-and-cinnamon incense, and then I am going to see where the longing for more magic takes me when I let it lead.
I’m going to stop at the table in the cafe, see me sitting there, and lean in with a whisper and an invitation:
Are you ready to BE the magic? Come with me... Let's see where this adventure will lead us.
What if you asked yourself:
If I could be anywhere, doing anything right now, what could I be doing?
Then follow it. Write it out. Let it just unfurl - as it is, in total honesty - in front of you.
And then look - really look - at what you are longing for: pick it up and look under it.
See what is actually asking to be created.
Let's see where the truth of our longings takes us.
xo
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Oh! Can I please join you at the table? If I could wiggle my nose and make a wish, I would be teleported to your spot. To be alongside another seeker of magic and deep connection. Thank you for sharing and inviting me.