Nice post. There is so much “magic” in life. Another question is whether we fail to recognize it because we are distracted by the slight-of-hand by the “magicians”, or we are too skeptical from our own experiences of dreams that don’t come true? But it is all around us to behold.
I’m not sure exactly how you do it, but you’ve managed to post another Signal Fire that resonates so deeply with where I’ve landed within my own journey lately. (Talk about magic and synchronicities) This past week or so I’ve been so focused on slowing down and really seeing the wonder in things because I noticed how much of a difference it makes for me day to day. It’s hope, light, and a spark of defiance to dare to dream of something bigger and better that meets the needs of humans and nature alike. There really is something truly magic that happens in those moments, in the connectedness we find when we unplug from technology and wander presently through our world. Here’s to orienting to the wonders, big and small, that arise in our daily life wanderings!
:) I told you, it's the hidden cameras and microphones I've placed in your house. (Check the smoke detectors, duh) :) I love that we're on the same wavelength, it makes me feel like I'm doing something right every time I hear this. I'm overwhelmed with happiness that you, too, experience these little joys. Thank you for this.
Thank you as always, Tyler, for being a champion for wonder, a steadfast warrior for whimsy, a cheerleader for the simple magics of this complex and beautiful world.
I think my life changed for the better when I stopped trying to be cool, and let the enduring child in me return to being distracted by shiny objects, interesting rocks and shells and trees, dragonflies and birds. As such, my shelf of treasures is mostly that, little bits of magic the world gave me.
:) I'll start with your PS...I totally agree actually, but man, so many are haha. Also, I really, really want to add "Champion for Wonder + Steadfast warrior for Whimsy" to my bios now. I think I just may. Best compliment I've ever been given.
I didn't realise, until this Summer, that my life was magical & charmed because I cultivated it to be that way. The villages that always leave a light on for me make it safe to duck & weave as I do.
I hope we all have time to rest a bit more if we want, and take a beat to enjoy the riches around us.
Aries season is here and I am making huge fucking changes. This version of myself might be my favorite. I quit my second job of the year due to shitty people being in high positions. Literally do not have time for that fuckery anymore! I scored a remote position that is going to allow me the freedom to travel, focus on creative things and my love. Focusing on the magic around me.
My new mantra: If it’s not a fuck yeah then it’s a fuck no. ✨
Huge changes are the best changes. Sometimes we gotta go all in, and I Love this. Sarah and I are constantly on the hunt for remote opportunities. If you know of any, do let us know ;)
"We want a return, I think. We want a return to how we once felt, the wide-eyed wonder and wanderlust that made the whole magic."
"Everything is magic. Everything."
Bare with me ... I feel as if I take up too much space. I know this comes from childhood and being told to "tune it down". My singing. My spinning. My lying in the grass for hours gazing at the sky. ...my "imagination" as big as that sky. my 'stories' of magical places ... I was just too much.
I've been thinking about this in a haze of flu and you just put it to rest.
I'm not too big. There is infinite spaciousness and I happen to thrive in it.
I talk to rocks and I hear them answer. One rock, (of which I have many, some quite large and others small ... all containing the memories of places I've been. Moments sealed into the memory of the rock. But I digress ...) One rock in particular stands out. A rock I found on the Gaspe Peninsula of eastern Quebec. A particularly large Hag Stone that fit in my hand and,, if I think about it, is shaped like ET's head, with big eyes [that go through the rock] and two vertical small holes that make a nose.
It has gone to every space I have lived in. Home in Vermont. College in New Jersey and now in my home here where I am now. [still in NJ]
I found it the summer of the landing on the moon. We listened to a live feed from my Dad's transistor radio. I found the rock on the beach at Perce Rock {Google it} A rock in great majesty that, when the tide is low, one can walk the length of it and just ... wonder. Perhaps the largest Hag Stone in the world, really. It has seen so much and is so wise. Magical, even.
But where am I going with this? These are my objects of wonder. I can hold the stone and smell the salt water, hear the sea birds, and be spacious.
Crap, I'm not sure this makes much sense to anyone else but me ... but I'm leaving this where it is.
Thinking about it, I hardly take up any space at all.
NEVER EVER do you take up too much space. Not ever, not any. You're magic, you're amazing, you're so valued, so loved. I love this bit of sharing so much—your talking to rocks is fantastic and something we share.
Nice post. There is so much “magic” in life. Another question is whether we fail to recognize it because we are distracted by the slight-of-hand by the “magicians”, or we are too skeptical from our own experiences of dreams that don’t come true? But it is all around us to behold.
Oof, you are so right on the money. Distraction, from so many places, is killing things I think. I am so weary of cynicism.
I’m not sure exactly how you do it, but you’ve managed to post another Signal Fire that resonates so deeply with where I’ve landed within my own journey lately. (Talk about magic and synchronicities) This past week or so I’ve been so focused on slowing down and really seeing the wonder in things because I noticed how much of a difference it makes for me day to day. It’s hope, light, and a spark of defiance to dare to dream of something bigger and better that meets the needs of humans and nature alike. There really is something truly magic that happens in those moments, in the connectedness we find when we unplug from technology and wander presently through our world. Here’s to orienting to the wonders, big and small, that arise in our daily life wanderings!
:) I told you, it's the hidden cameras and microphones I've placed in your house. (Check the smoke detectors, duh) :) I love that we're on the same wavelength, it makes me feel like I'm doing something right every time I hear this. I'm overwhelmed with happiness that you, too, experience these little joys. Thank you for this.
I agree. I have been feeling "done" with how I've been feeling. Change is necessary.
Thank you as always, Tyler, for being a champion for wonder, a steadfast warrior for whimsy, a cheerleader for the simple magics of this complex and beautiful world.
I think my life changed for the better when I stopped trying to be cool, and let the enduring child in me return to being distracted by shiny objects, interesting rocks and shells and trees, dragonflies and birds. As such, my shelf of treasures is mostly that, little bits of magic the world gave me.
PS - not all cats are assholes
:) I'll start with your PS...I totally agree actually, but man, so many are haha. Also, I really, really want to add "Champion for Wonder + Steadfast warrior for Whimsy" to my bios now. I think I just may. Best compliment I've ever been given.
I didn't realise, until this Summer, that my life was magical & charmed because I cultivated it to be that way. The villages that always leave a light on for me make it safe to duck & weave as I do.
I hope we all have time to rest a bit more if we want, and take a beat to enjoy the riches around us.
Isn't it funny, how we work so hard to build what we need, then forget to celebrate ourselves when what we built actually works? Strange, that.
Aries season is here and I am making huge fucking changes. This version of myself might be my favorite. I quit my second job of the year due to shitty people being in high positions. Literally do not have time for that fuckery anymore! I scored a remote position that is going to allow me the freedom to travel, focus on creative things and my love. Focusing on the magic around me.
My new mantra: If it’s not a fuck yeah then it’s a fuck no. ✨
Huge changes are the best changes. Sometimes we gotta go all in, and I Love this. Sarah and I are constantly on the hunt for remote opportunities. If you know of any, do let us know ;)
I’ll shoot you a message if I see anything come up!
"We want a return, I think. We want a return to how we once felt, the wide-eyed wonder and wanderlust that made the whole magic."
"Everything is magic. Everything."
Bare with me ... I feel as if I take up too much space. I know this comes from childhood and being told to "tune it down". My singing. My spinning. My lying in the grass for hours gazing at the sky. ...my "imagination" as big as that sky. my 'stories' of magical places ... I was just too much.
I've been thinking about this in a haze of flu and you just put it to rest.
I'm not too big. There is infinite spaciousness and I happen to thrive in it.
I talk to rocks and I hear them answer. One rock, (of which I have many, some quite large and others small ... all containing the memories of places I've been. Moments sealed into the memory of the rock. But I digress ...) One rock in particular stands out. A rock I found on the Gaspe Peninsula of eastern Quebec. A particularly large Hag Stone that fit in my hand and,, if I think about it, is shaped like ET's head, with big eyes [that go through the rock] and two vertical small holes that make a nose.
It has gone to every space I have lived in. Home in Vermont. College in New Jersey and now in my home here where I am now. [still in NJ]
I found it the summer of the landing on the moon. We listened to a live feed from my Dad's transistor radio. I found the rock on the beach at Perce Rock {Google it} A rock in great majesty that, when the tide is low, one can walk the length of it and just ... wonder. Perhaps the largest Hag Stone in the world, really. It has seen so much and is so wise. Magical, even.
But where am I going with this? These are my objects of wonder. I can hold the stone and smell the salt water, hear the sea birds, and be spacious.
Crap, I'm not sure this makes much sense to anyone else but me ... but I'm leaving this where it is.
Thinking about it, I hardly take up any space at all.
NEVER EVER do you take up too much space. Not ever, not any. You're magic, you're amazing, you're so valued, so loved. I love this bit of sharing so much—your talking to rocks is fantastic and something we share.
Know this makes sense to me. All of it.