On May 8, 2024
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A magic in the stillness

After the month that was, chances are that by now, you need a little resolve. This week brings one of the most calm and quiet weeks we’ll see in some time.

Though collectively, we’ve grown grossly unused to it, there is a magic in the stillness,  in the calm and quiet where nothing seemingly happens. Alas! It is where everything happens.

It’s the magic of fully being in your surroundings. Not anticipating the pinging of the next notification or the hundred and one tasks you have to accomplish. It’s the magic of the sun upon your face, the mid-season breeze at your back. The hot cup of coffee warming your hands.

Maybe it’s your favorite meal with a smooth full-bodied shiraz that touches your soul in all the right ways. It could be your favorite song that evokes a joyful memory. The fragrance of a rose that makes you wonder how is something so divine even possible. It could be the devilish sparkle in your lover’s eyes that reminds you of the feeling of belonging to someone.

It’s all these little things we take for granted, choosing things that likely wouldn’t choose you. This week, choose the things that bring calm, joy, abundance and permanence. 

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