Watch The Magic Grow

I believe, that if we 'feel' for things, a person, a park bench...the earth, then we become empathic to all life and hidden life, and it responds with a magic, we knew nothing of. It resonates outward to us, about us...embracing us and showing us, the love we had always sought.

Children show us, in their love of stuffed toys...their favorite bear, a baseball mitt, a picture of mom and dad, a tree house, a tire swing...the old weed patch, back of the house. Lonely people love things, no one else had thought to love; forgotten things, discarded things. Things that never had a voice.

We have to reach out, to someone, something...anything, anyone, to make the connection to that life, that soul within all being. Inanimate does not exist. Life imbues all things. Some feel it. Some give. Some refuse to give, or to believe, and go on insisting...life is dead. It's not.

It just needs to know, we care; to include it in our dreams, of hope, that when we go...it's understood, we will return again...to say 'hello', to love and cherish old friends, bent eared books, edges of meadows, old trees that were so small, years ago...when we knew them before.

Don't forget the friends. Don't neglect the past. As much as it may hurt to care, leave nothing untouched with a gentle hand, a little prayer...just a care, to let it know. It's a family. It's your family. Reach out. Make the connection...love. Love all things...watch the magic grow.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Photo Credit: pentaxforums.com, a park bench