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11 Sep



If you look around our culture, the message seems to be that magic is for young people.  As you approach or surpass 50 (or 20 if you’re a horse), the message is that the magic is gone, get used to it.  Our culture is youth-obsessed.  Not that youth is bad, but it is one season of life.  And magic permeates all seasons of life, and all things.

In other cultures, elders hold wisdom, peace, and yes…magic.  Joy, love, light.  Getting old can mean letting go of things that obscure your light and letting more of the magic that is you shine through.  This isn’t the magic that is worshipped with youth.  That is part of what needs to go.  If you think that is the magic, and it fades, you might become a crusty old curmudgeon.

Magic can never be captured.  It is just is.  It comes from seeing things as they are and realizing they’re magical.  Look around, sit under a tree and watch the sunlight glint on the leaves.  Whatever thoughts dance in your mind, realize they’re not the magic and never were.   Getting older means more magic, and the more of us that see that, the better place our world will be.

Visiting Einstein

15 Feb


Miniature Horse Magic
Even though we have miniature horses at home, my kids begged to go see Einstein, the World’s Smallest Stallion, when he was scheduled to appear in Bellingham at Village Books.

So we piled into the car, checked the forecast to see how low the snow level was in Bellingham and set off.  Snow brushed the high hills around Lake Samish as we wound between the foothills of Chuckanut Mountain.

We parked on a slanted street in Fairhaven with the wind blasting off Puget Sound and made our way into the bookstore.  It was already crowded at quarter til two.  We snagged a spot in the downstairs meeting room near some side bookcases as people kept filing in until a sardine would have had trouble fitting.
The sea of humans parted to allow Einstein, a tiny black and white horse, to be led in.  By the time Einstein came in, people had piled in front of us so we could not see much.  I snapped this shot before he disappeared into the crowd.  His owner waved a tiny hoofprint stamp that would be used to sign his book.

The faces of kids and adults and adults lit up with joy as they watched Einstein. I wasn’t prepared for this.  My horses bring me joy, but I thought I was just a weird horse-obsessed person.  A small miniature horse was bringing joy to hundreds of not-horsey people just by being himself.  He wasn’t winning the Kentucky Derby or doing much besides eating a carrot chunk.  He did shake hands and do tricks, but the smiles happened before his tricks.

Einstein would then go out to the green for pictures and petting in the brutal northwest wind.  We rushed out to get a spot.  We were fifth in the line, as others stayed to get their books signed.  Forget books, we wanted the horse!

They popped a red blanket on Einstein, who in true miniature horse fashion, planted his face in the grass.

We got to pet him and took pictures.  The line extended long behind us as people of all ages were eager to get close to the miniature horse.

Miniature horses bring magic to people’s lives.  They don’t have to do anything but be themselves.  They don’t need to win races, prizes or ribbons.  They have something extra above and beyond big horses- they have a tiny scrap of magic to make up for their short stature.