Magic is the Only Real Thing

Hola!

Two recent meetings have inspired me to write this article.

The first took place on a particularly cold day on a terrace in the upper area of Barcelona. I went there with my friend Ángeles Doñate for a reading club about our novel A Tea to Cure the Soul.

The act lasted more than two hours. With the temperature hovering around three degrees, we no longer felt our legs, like Rambo, as the conversation turned to synchronicities and other phenomena closer to magic.

Forgetting for a moment that I was frozen, I followed, fascinated, the story told by one of the club’s participants.

Very close to her grandmother, after her death, she always wore an old medallion that her grandmother had given her. For this reason, she hung it over her dress when attending a wedding she had been invited to.

After the ceremony, the banquet, and the ball, she longed to go home now, even though most of the guests were still at the party. It was then that she realized that she had lost the locket.

Frightened, she began looking for it under the table where she had dined, on the dance floor, and in other parts of the restaurant. The rest of the guests and the waiters also looked for it, but the medallion did not appear.

Completely devastated, she went to the parking lot to return home. Opening her car and getting behind the wheel, she let out a cry of joy. The pendant was on the passenger seat. She had been almost sure that she had worn it during the wedding, but the locket was there. Fortunately, she deduced that she had dropped it before closing the car to go to the ceremony.

A week later, they sent her photos of the wedding and the celebration. In all, she wore the medallion.

After explaining this story at a dinner for new personal development authors, I asked everyone if they believed in magic. Xenia Vives gave the most resounding answer:

“Magic is the only real thing.”

Happy week!