“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
–W.B. Yeats

Dear Folks,
This week I’ve been thinking about a trip I took almost 10 years ago to the bioluminescent bay on Vieques, a little island off of Puerto Rico.

One evening, we went sea kayaking with a guided group, made a fire and had a picnic on the beach as the sun was setting. Then, as darkness fell, we gathered as a group with our kayaks in the middle of the bay.

Our guides roped the kayaks together and we all slipped into the warm water.  As soon as any part of our bodies touched the surface, hundreds of tiny sparks of light (Dinoflagellate bacteria) flashed in the water. As we swam out, we left wakes of dancing lights behind us. About then, we all got silly and giddy as little kids and began splashing with our hands, making snow angels, going underwater and popping up to see the drops sparkle in our hair for an instant. For me, and I think for all of us, it was as if magic suddenly became real, a tangible force we could see with our eyes.

As we played, it began to rain softly. Every drop created a tiny pop of glimmering lights all around us.  It was as if I saw energy made manifest.

I am still dazzled by this experience, especially in remembering the sense of real life going way beyond my expectations of what could possibly exist. I also wonder now if we could see the energy of our thoughts and actions in the world, what kind of light we would each create, and what kind of wake each of us might leave.

I am practicing consciously to open to that sense of wonder again, and I invite you to remember an experience in your life that touched you and brought home to you a sense of wonder and magic. If you feel like sharing, I’d love to read your reflections.

cheers,

Eliza