Once in a Blue Moon

Fish Eye Lens

May 26, 2009 at 9:47 pm (Spirituality) (Allah, beauty, Brahman, camera, discovery, God, joy, Life of Pi, magic, Nirvana)

Old things are magic, I think to myself, sitting in the middle of my garage, reading a worn library book. They take on the character of those who have used them. The saw hanging on that nail there distinctly speaks of the grandfather I never knew. Hardworking, honest, sharp. Worn, just so around the edges, that you can tell it has been loved. Although the room is warm, I could spend all day in here looking at these forgotten objects, foreign to me as the day I was born, hazed by the heat and enchanted by magic.

Magic. The word dances off my tongue, like a party trick, but the warbled sharp taste of it speaks more to me than any firecracker or illusion. Magic. What about it entrances us so, that the mere thought of it raises the baby hairs along our skin, corrupting its smooth surface? To be honest, I don’t know. I know exactly what is going to happen in the book I’m reading, The Life of Pi, and yet, the storytelling still manages to sweep me up and lose all rational thought. I am with Pi for every step of his story, so beautifully moving and deep, even if we walked together a thousand times before, I still find meaning and heart and joy in every word.

Magic promises something deeper, hinting at God, Allah,  Brahman, Nirvana… The twinkle in a michevious friend’s eye, the last glints of summer’s last sunset over the Pacific, the breath of life rain gives to the desert… I can’t even fathom the beauty and depth this world has to offer.

I need a new camera to keep up with this new eye for beauty.