Christmas is here- magical time of year. One of my favorite and one of the hardest. So true for many of us. It’s a time of joy and connection, of reminders of loss and longing, of financial hardship and worry, a time of creating and sharing and giving…
I love surrounding myself with old Christmas trinkets and treasures and the past…
… a reminder of (and gratitude for) my childhood filled with joy and belief in magic. A time of magical thinking.
I love all our collected Christmas treasures. I’ll spend time simply looking at them, touching them. They are magic to me.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the draw of magical thinking and the need to find connections and signs, to fall back into trust.
What would happen if I simply met all my worries with love?
With a don’t-know mind?
Simply allow the magic?
… you are wired to find meaning in the world, a predisposition that leaves you with less control over your beliefs than you may think. Even if you’re a hard-core atheist who walks under ladders and pronounces “new age” like “sewage,” you believe in magic.
Magical thinking springs up everywhere. Some irrational beliefs (Santa Claus?) are passed on to us. But others we find on our own. Survival requires recognizing patterns—night follows day, berries that color will make you ill. And because missing the obvious often hurts more than seeing the imaginary, our skills at inferring connections are overtuned… We look for patterns because we hate surprises and because we love being in control. Emotional stress and events of personal significance push us strongly toward magical meaning-making.