The divine is all around me. It is within me, above me, below me, in every breath, every raindrop, every step, and every leaf. It sings in the throats of birds, it rises sweet with the air from rose blossoms, it runs clear through the river, and it lifts my heart to soar on the wings of dragonflies.
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I am a spiritual agnostic. I honor the divine in all things, recognize it, seek it out. I find magic in simplicity, and seek revelation in the shuddering of a thunderstorm. My goddess, my god, is our earth, our sky, our rain, ourselves. Were I to look into your eyes, feel sure I would seek the spark of the divine spirit there, not faceless or nameless, but personal, accessible, real. You are divine as I am divine as all things that carry the spark of life are divine.
The ground beneath my feet is the greatest source of that spirit. Not above other life, but as the source of all life, I honor our mother, the earth. I feel her strength flowing through me. I carry the stone of her strength and the softness of her petals and the cleansing of her waters and the brilliance of her wind in my heart, and she is what brings me any claim toward mystery or magic that I might feel. She is all magic. Through her, we are all magic, every creature is magic, every living thing is magic.
When I seek to heal, I feel the elemental strength and warmth of the divine flow through my body. I know that magic is real by that flow. When I divine with my cards, I tap into the wisdom of spirit that guides my hands, the hands of the querent, the fall of the cards onto the table. I know that magic is real by that fall. When I embrace a loved one, I feel the glorious mingling of one spirit reunited with a part of itself. I know that magic is real by that joy. I am not a seeker, I have found magic in my life, and I glory in it every day, in a thousand small things.
Birds seeking crumbs on downtown streets, hopping about and shyly asking me to share my lunch with them. People laughing as they walk by. Music pouring from a fountain. The unearthly pink of wild blossoms and their fragrance and the bees that dance among them. My children's faces. My friends' laughter. Joy is magic, and it is everywhere around, in the sky above us, in the wind around us, and in the earth beneath our feet.
Blessings to all on Earth Day and Every Day.