I almost missed it because nothing dramatic was happening.

No sign. No download. No spiritual alarm clock going off like, “PAY ATTENTION, THIS IS IMPORTANT.”

Just early morning.

The sky soft pink. A thin wash of blue. Quiet, except for a few crows (or ravens) yelling their opinions into the void.

I’m standing in my porch, watching the wind do what it always does and what we never give it credit for.

It presses the screens gently in and out. Teases the bushes into movement. Loosens the palm leaves until they start to sway like they remember something.

A butterfly loops in lazy circles, fully committed to whatever game it’s invented for itself this morning.

I breathe in. Slowly.

And that’s when it hits me, this invisible thing keeping me alive is wildly overqualified for how casually we treat it.

It builds playgrounds for our winged friends. Cools me when I’m overheating. Lets life be exactly what it is. Teaches plants how to dance in ways they normally wouldn’t.

All without asking for attention. Or credit.

I just stand there and let it move through everything. Including me.

𓂀Being IS the MAGIC – Wandering Waykeeper –Beckett

If something in this stayed with you, you’re welcome to leave it here. 🩵✨

(Below: Original digital artwork by Beckett Johnson)