I believe in magic

I am out traveling, but even then I wanted to write a short blog (yes, different from my oh-so-long ones). As I see more places, more people, more things, I see how beautiful this world truly is. And I believe in much more today than I did yesterday.

I believe in dreams. I believe in soulmates. I believe in love at first sight, candlelight dinners and roses. I believe in unkempt flower beds. I believe in sunsets. I believe in running barefoot on a sandy beach. I believe in a walk in the rain. I believe in dancing in the rain.  I believe that the smell of babies is the best in the world. I believe the fragrance of the first rain is the second best in the world. I believe that it is ok for real men to cry. I believe that tough men do dance.  I believe that gentlemen open doors for ladies. I believe in past life connections.  I believe in life after death. I believe that it is fine to be a child at heart and never grow up. I believe in what Robert McCammon said. I believe in magic.

“You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.


After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little sad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.”

That’s what I believe in.

I believe in magic.

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14 Comments

  1. Mauverneen Blevins September 27, 2012 at 7:05 pm #

    Thank you Debesh.

  2. Anu September 27, 2012 at 7:38 pm #

    As I read every word that u wrote, the smile on my face got bigger. The simple magical things are all around us. I had just forgotten to stop and njoy them. Thnx for the reminder to stop and njoy & experience it all…..

  3. Ellen Doman September 27, 2012 at 8:34 pm #

    Your thoughts remind me of Walt Whitman’s “Intimations of Immortality.”

  4. Letizia Cortini September 27, 2012 at 8:58 pm #

    Beautiful and poetic as well as magical. Thanks Debesh. I agree with everything you write. Spiritual magic. And as you know the spirit is working for us, the magic dust and knows what is best for us, when we are tuned. But you do not know Sahaja Yoga and Shri Mataij who actually said these things that you write? :)
    Beautiful photo also … a magic golden :)

  5. sonny September 27, 2012 at 11:26 pm #

    its the last paragraph that really gripped me ….how well he explains it …wow…..brought to surface an evening recently….when i had gone alone, by myself to hear gulzar read his own poetry and work…..
    what i absorbed the most was……i am not crazy . That yes, there is someone….who dwells on words , isolates every ray of sensations….meshes nature and seasons and trends and everything in between…..and it all makes sense and overwhelms someone else too and its okay to want to write about all that….that it takes a special person to write about the mundane things…..
    …i didnt realise when i pulled my knees close to my chest , wrapped my arms around them and sat listening riveted on each word he spoke…..
    he recited this poem….i just cannot remember the exact words…audio recording was not allowed…….and it went something like….
    .the woman asking the man , while being taken in an ambulance …how long ago….when did we meet….and he replies…..saying…we met…..when you were on the shore looking to wade in and i was caught in the swirling waters ……dont know who reached out and pulled whom ……did you come in or did i find dry land by your side…..
    and now as you go away….dont ask me when we met….tell me…..tell me when we will meet again……

    he recited this in his special voice and i had huge tears falling down my face….i couldnt stop crying…..i had to get out , breathe some air…..breathe back some logic…..:)

    I forever mumble a favorite line from my favorite book…bridges of madison county —-

    ” In an increasingly callous world, we all exist ,within the carapaces of our scabbed over sensibilities ……you need to approach everything with a willing suspension of disbelief ”

    sorry for writing a mini blog in your blog…:P

    ps. gentlemen open doors for ladies…ladies always fall for rogues and my granma always said…never trust a man who can dance well….sweet blog d….:))

  6. Karen Dawson September 27, 2012 at 11:52 pm #

    My friend Debesh, what a beautiful outlook on life! My family has a little blue cabin on a lake, where the pine and birch trees stand tall, the air is so fresh it makes you dizzy, the eagles soar freely amongst us and the loons mournful song lulls us to sleep. Amongst this setting my husband has over the years carefully tended to a small forest in front of our cabin, in this forest is a Magical trail, where our children danced with fairies and fought dragons, listened to birds and built forts, spent time with their souls and learned to love themselves and others. It is a place where time doesn’t exist, and your allowed to drop your social mask and let your human fly. It is my favorite place on earth, wherever I have travelled never evokes the peaceful feeling my blue cabin on the lake does. Hope you carry a place that lets your life keep its Magical trail.

  7. Emily Mabee September 28, 2012 at 2:14 am #

    I believe in all of what you say. Life is precious and even more so if you allow yourself to believe in magic.

  8. Heidger Marx September 28, 2012 at 4:11 am #

    Dear Debesh,
    I believe in the same values and things! Thank you again (and again) for putting my feelings into words and using such a nice image to emphasize your words.
    You are right, a true man can be romantic, can cry and feel good about it.
    Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
    heidger

  9. Katie September 28, 2012 at 6:16 am #

    Perfect ending thought for my day.

  10. Cyretha September 28, 2012 at 6:16 pm #

    Debesh,
    It is a Friday afternoon and the weekend is drawing near. All I want to do is grap my camera and find a place to capture images of the beautiful world and the beautiful people. I don’t want to watch the news. I don’t want to read the paper only to hear about the bad things that are happening in this world. I just want to see the good and the good in people. Thank you for taking us on this journey, because we can bring others along. The more who share this journey, really will make it a magical world.

  11. Ed September 29, 2012 at 8:05 pm #

    Debesh,
    What a wonderful way to begin the day. Thank you kindly for recalibrating my mind and dredging up all those wonderful magical memories that make life so beautiful.

  12. Safiyyah October 3, 2012 at 11:49 am #

    Debesh,
    Wow, thank you for sharing! Beautifully expressed, and truly heartfelt. You have spoken the words of the Universe. I too believe in, and know of, Magic!

    “Raven…
    Black as pitch,
    Mystical as the moon,
    Speak to me of magic,
    I will fly with you soon.”
    (Native Animal Medicine)

  13. Debesh October 10, 2012 at 11:02 am #

    Thank you so much Mauverneen for commenting – appreciate it.

    Absolutely Anu – the most beautiful and magical things are adjacent to us – we only need to “stand and stare” as William Henry Davies said. Slow down – life is much better that way; at least, I believe that.

    Many thanks Ellen – that is an onerous comparison. Thank you so much – I appreciate it.

    Letizia, thank you as always for commenting. Your words have a lot of depth. And yes, I do know what you mentioned about yoga and I’ve read about that too. Fascinating absolutely.

    Sonika, for you I have no words…thank you. And I don’t know if they fall for rogues – no one fell for me. All I remember is Kenny Rogers singing “Don’t fall in love with a dreamer”…

    Karen my friend, your expressive words actually transported me to the magical trail. And I could see it right before my eyes. The feeling of time not existing is something I yearn for, and it only happens when you love something so deep that nothing else really matters. Keep feeling the magic Karen – all the best.

    Emily, many thanks for commenting. I completely agree with you. May our numbers increase!

    Dear Heidger,

    “Meeting” you has been serendipity. Need I say more to you my friend? Other than of course a big thank you for being a friend. I mean that from every ounce of my being. May God be with you always.

    I am happy Katie that your day has ended well. Thank you.

    Dear Cyretha,

    I hope you did grab your camera and step out. It is such a lovely feeling when everything else ceases to exist in the world and it is just you and your camera and your thoughts all alone – attempting to create that image, that missing word, that elusive piece that’ll make this day complete. I wish you all the best.

    Dear Ed,

    Thank you for such kind words which are a reaffirmation of my belief that there are many of us who continue to feel the magic in this otherwise superficial life that we often lead. May all your days be magical.

    Saffiyah, how nice of you to write. Thank you for the lovely words you shared. Those remind me of the lines from a Navajo sun chant used in one of my favorite books, “The Bridges of Madison County”. Please keep in touch.

  14. neelam November 5, 2013 at 2:29 am #

    Can I possibly say anything that has not been said…except the very first few sentence email I wrote..the magic unveils..your art and writing stirs so much within me…it is as if I know you..as if in knowing you I know me better..in reading your thoughts i am reacquainted with mine…thanks:)

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