ESCAPE FROM STRESS
After several stressful “drama”-filled days managing my house cleaning business, I was worn out emotionally, and needed to escape into a good movie. Looking over the list of titles, I wasn’t sure why, but “Cinderella” called to me. My intuition told me I needed some fairy tale magic. Later, I realized why it was the perfect choice.
COURAGE, KINDNESS, and MAGIC
With little time left as she lay on her death bed, Ella’s mother last words to her daughter Ella were “In a world of sorrow and trouble remember to have courage, always be kind, and know that sometimes magic happens.”
SORROW FOLLOWS SORROW
Ella deeply loved her mother and father, and they cherished her. She had a golden childhood.
Bereft after losing her mother, Ella’s loneliness was intensified by the long absences of her beloved father, whose business required travel. He remarried so she would have someone there when he was gone.
Soon sorrow followed sorrow. Ella’s father, the only person left in the world whom she loved and who deeply loved her, passed away. Her grief was almost unbearable. It was her mother’s last words that kept her going. Her stepmother and two stepsisters didn’t seem to care.
CRUELTY AND ENSLAVEMENT
No longer answerable to her husband, Ella’s stepmother’s true self came out. Ella’s life changed radically. She was sent up to the cold dark attic to live, and had to bear long days of servitude, near starvation, hard work, and constant belittlement. While the others dressed in fine silk and taffeta, Ella was in rags. She had become their slave.
Her mother’s deathbed words kept her going. She summoned up the courage each day to keep going. She did her best to think kindly of the cruel people she had to live with. She would say to herself, “they are unable to be better”.
One day, while Ella’s stepsisters mocked her, they told her new name would be Cinderella because she was always dirty from sweeping the hearth. Distraught, in tears, humiliated, and no longer able to feel kind, she ran out of the house, jumped on her horse, and fled into nearby woods.
Suddenly, in the deep forest, Cinderella and her horse stopped. Less than twenty feet away was a stranger with a rifle. He was a handsome well-dressed man hunting with his entourage in the woods. His back was to her as he took aim to shoot a stag. Cinderella shouted, “Stop!”
He turned to see who was shouting at him. For a moment, he was stunned by her audacity, but he quickly realized she didn’t know who he was, the future king of their country.
“Young woman, we are on a hunt. I am about to kill this stag.”
“Why?” she replied.
“It’s what is done.” he answered.
“It’s what should not be done” she stated, sitting up strong and courageous on her horse, looking him straight in the eyes.
He was impressed with her courage, and unnerved by her kindness for the animal.
He lowered his rifle. Cinderella’s courage and kindness saved the stag.
Although she didn’t know it, in that moment Magic stepped in. She had won the Prince’s heart forever.
MAGIC MOVED ME
I was moved to tears by the scene with Cinderella and the Prince in the woods. But I wasn’t quite sure why.
THE MAGIC OF CREATING
Ever since I was a small child, I’ve expressed myself as artist in paintings and drawings, as well as writer of inspiring articles and blogs. Creative expression is food for my soul. When I am writing or painting, I feel like my true self. It’s what I am meant to do. Some people refer to it as “Being in the Zone”. I call it “Magic”.
Sometimes responsibilities keep me from the easel or my laptop. If too much time passes without creating my art, I feel empty, lost, and depressed. I’m not enjoying Life. There is no Joie de Vivre. “Magic” is not present.
Recently I spent the three months recuperating from a fall resulting in three broken ribs. In pain and prone for two months while healing my broken bones, I was barely able to take care of myself and my two dogs. The third month was spent going listlessly through life. Being physically inactive for two months left me weak, lazy, and depressed. I’ve not been motivated to do anything except the bare minimum responsibilities of my life. I tell myself every day that I will paint or write, and I don’t. It’s become a trap of laziness, inertia, and apathy. I’ve been depressed.
MAGIC AT WORK IN THE BACKGROUND
Fortunately for me, something deep inside my subconscious was at work, preparing me to reverse the negative course I was on.
“CINDERELLA” was what I needed. It was the “magic pill” to snap me out of the “blue frump” I’d let myself slip into. Suddenly I wanted the same “Magic” back in my life that changed Cinderella’s life.
I wrote this blog the very next morning.
MAGIC IS HAPPENING NOW
I’ve returned to my easel to paint.
Each morning the first thing I do is get my laptop and write.
I am happy again!
I’m in the Zone where “Magic” steps in.
INVITE MAGIC INTO YOUR LIFE
What do you do that puts “Magic” into your life? Do you dance, sing, or garden? Do you design, teach, minister, race cars, or fly a trapeze? Or do you take your therapy-trained dog to assisted living homes to bring joy to lonely seniors?
Whatever makes you experience the “Magic” of living, do it. As Cinderella’s mother said, “Have courage, be kind, and know that sometimes Magic happens”!