It’s time to share a little MAGIC.
I wish I could recall the first time I experienced an element of magic in my life — be it synchronicity, or an unexplained coincidence. Perhaps it was as a child, when, after having been shown a four-leaf clover or witnessing a shooting star in the sky, I made a wish that came true.
What I do know is that as I acquire more years in my lifetime, I get to experience more magic in my life.
I recall when I still worked in “Corporate America” in the late 1990s. I laid a vendor’s folder on my desk, only to have them call me later that same afternoon. Or I’d call someone, leave them a voicemail, only to have them leave a voicemail simultaneously.
Then there was the time my daughter and I drove to Arkansas for my Uncle Jay’s funeral. Sitting at a stoplight after the service, the car was quiet and retrospective. I looked up and the license plate on the car in front of us read, “JAY OK.” We can’t make this stuff up. It happens, and it’s our job to pick up on the “bread crumbs,” the messages, the clues!
A Mother of Another Feather . . .
My mother was a big believer in the adage that when someone dies, they come back as a bird, specifically a red cardinal, to say, “Hi,” and to let you know they are doing fine. She spent most of the last 5 years of her life in her room on the third floor of a nursing home. Her view was just high enough that she was slightly above
the tree line of the adjacent urban forest. She would spend hours watching the birds, mostly hawks, from her window. During one of my visits, she announced, “When I come back to visit, I’ll be a Hawk!” When I asked her what changed her mind from being a cardinal, she replied, “Hawks are in charge of the forest!”
She passed not long after that. As I sat with several family members reminiscing on my front porch, a sprinkler was watering the lawn in front of us, and a huge Cooper’s Hawk landed in the middle of the sprinkles. It stood there for the longest time, just staring at us, as if my mother were taking inventory of who showed up for her funeral. I KID YOU NOT.
MAGIC HAPPENS
If you are looking for a place to share your magical story, perhaps what you call a God-incidence of coincidence and synchronicity, then our MAGIC HAPPENS anthology may be the perfect venue for you!
In a time when so many voices are being silenced, it’s time to ensure our voices contribute to the ever-resonating hum and offer a sense of hope to our global community.
Connect, Collaborate, Celebrate!
When we share our personal stories, we build rapport with others and subliminally invite readers to “Know, Like, and Trust” us — even before we have officially “met” them. Contributing authors get a chance to make a lasting impression for years to come as they engage with new audiences, connect with their co-authors, and add “Bestselling Author” to their list of credentials!
JOIN US: If you are a storyteller, essayist, poet, illustrator, or photographer, and a purveyor of peace, we’d love to have you join us. Our criteria: positive stories and images that unite, not divide. The publisher also reserves the right not to accept adult audience material.
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