I don’t know the source of this, but this struck me today as inspiring:
Roald Amundson passed the winter in the Arctic Circle among the Inuits. He lived with the tribe’s shaman. After months of watching the many sleights of hand and minor tricks the shaman used to hold the tribe’s attention with his magical power, Amundsen finally asked him: Didn’t it bother him that all his ‘magic powers’ were nothing but cheap parlor games? The shaman smiled. He replied, ‘My magic power is not in my tricks. My real power is that I have gone out on the ice and lived there alone for many months until I could finally hear the voice of the Universe. And the voice of the Universe is that of a mother calling after her beloved children. That is my real magic.’
May the New Year bring Real Magic and many blessings for all Beings
A reader has kindly provided the source:
from the Introduction, by Sir James Jeans, to the book “The Scalpel and the Soul: Encounters with Surgery, the Supernatural, and the Healing Power of Hope” by Allan J. Hamilton and Andrew Weil.