What if the magic you’re searching for has been right in front of you all along?
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ~ W.B. Yeats
Yeats was right. Magic isn’t rare—it’s overlooked.
I don’t think he was pointing us toward grand illusions or mystical spectacles. I think he was talking about ordinary moments—the ones we rush past, dismiss, or forget to notice. The miracle isn’t missing. Our attention is.
Take today, for example. I visited the botanical gardens. Yes, it’s January—and yes, this is South Texas—but still, I wasn’t expecting what I found. A yellow iris stood in full bloom, unapologetic and radiant. I stopped. I leaned in. I breathed it in. Nearby, rose bushes were flowering too, releasing their fragrance as if it were the most natural thing in the world—which, of course, it is.
Later, back at home, a gecko clung to the screen outside my window. I couldn’t help but smile. I imagined it peering in, curious about what was for dinner, reminding me that life is always observing life.
Music played in the background—songs that lifted my mood, softened my thoughts, and made the room feel warmer than it was.
None of these moments were dramatic. None would make headlines. And yet each one carried quiet magic.
When we begin to see everyday life as miraculous, something changes. The world doesn’t suddenly become perfect—but it becomes good. It becomes welcoming. It becomes a place worth lingering in.
Sharpen your senses. The magic is already waiting.
Question for Reflection
When was the last time you slowed down long enough to notice the quiet magic unfolding right in front of you?