I cannot shake the idea that this day has some magic, somehow. Of course it is a calendar correction, and Wikipedia has a fine article on that. Doubtless you will have been inundated with stories of the folklore of the day as well. Still, a day that exists only once every four years… Not quite exactly, but do read Wikipedia for details.
So here we are, and what is this magic, anyway? I want to dig down, deep down into this feeling; something like being on a cusp. Or perhaps merely the anticipation of Spring? Sigh. By now you will be asking yourself, my imaginary friend, just why you are reading this stream of consciousness.
It has to do, I think, with the idea of reviving a feeling of wonder in the ordinary and the prosaic. The way we used to come together, in the community sense, merely to mark in some shared way all manner of things. The first of May. The harvest. The turning of the tides… These ideas changed over the course of centuries, naturally, though they seem almost ghostly remnants, now.
Well, here is my insignificant contribution to marking this day, this year. Because the magic I believe in is that spark that yearns for connection. Beyond the connection of family and friends, the connection that extends to town, or city, or village, to nation, to culture. That we share some simple experiences, and because we share them, we shall make note.
🙂 Peace to you, VivianLea
Love and peace to you, Laz 🙂
Strange you reposted this, VL. Another blog I follow ran the theme of interconnectedness as well, today – through sharing several others’ posts on – er – um – interconnectedness. Strange how that works sometime 😉 Cheers! ❤
Sometimes I wonder if I have anything new to say, Bela! Or new ways to say it…Thank you for coming by, cheers! 🙂
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VL, I wonder if any of us does! Still, it’s a nice affirmation of our connectedness ❤