Aunt Mim (aka me) had taken her two little nieces (around ages 3 1/2 and 3 at the time I think) out to the playground while their moms (my sisters) were in the house packing up for one of them to make a big move cross country after the finish of graduate school. It was late spring, and a few days after what must have been a storm with a strong wind in that area. This was guessed at as there were small branches and sticks to be found scattered all over the the park, but especially pooled and caught up around the base of the swings and by the slide.
Shortly after arriving at the playground, we were joined in the sand play area by a group of boys. These little guys proceed to ignore the jungle gym equipment the adults, who in our “wisdom”, have placed there for their entertainment and immediately pick up the fallen sticks scattered around and start using them as guns, running around chasing each other and making shooting noises. Aunt Mim, quietly sitting on the sidelines, then watches as her nieces following the pack, pick up sticks as well and join in on their raging battle.
Now, not wanting to go into judgement mode, but with a desire to redirect the potentials within this activity by challenging the choice of using wood as a weapon, Aunt Mim called her two little dancing princesses over. Without a scolding word, she said that although that was an interesting choice of how to use a stick, that she herself has always used sticks to blow kisses with… (and immediately out of my mouth popped the next words, where from? who knows! ): to blow kisses to the birds in the tree where the stick was born.
So, Aunt Mim picks up a stick and lovingly herds her little charges still holding theirs over to the large tree on the corner of the little park. This walk over is made while hoping that at least one bird can be seen or heard in the branches of this large tree to demonstrate this alternate stick usage with. However, upon arriving at the trunk of the tree, there is not a bird to be found. With these two little beautiful beings standing out in front of their Aunt Mim, while carefully looking up into the branches of this great tree, we all still point our sticks and start making kissing noises, blowing and giggling together anyway. We do this for a second or two with no result, but still with great joy, light hearts and having fun.
However, just a moment later, it happens.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, one little bird flies in… and then another, and another and then a dozen, and then a dozen more and even a few more after those. Within the span of about a minute, the tree that a moment ago stood bare in front of us, is now covered in little birds singing away… they have come in response to being blown kisses using sticks?!
Aunt Mim (still standing behind these two little magic makers) has now stopped her blowing of kisses as her jaw has dropped and she stands with mouth wide open. However, the two little dancing princesses standing in front of her are oblivious to this and blissfully remain giggling, delighted and still blowing love on the breeze to these birds as if what has happened is the most normal thing in the world. It is a moment in which Aunt Mim is VERY careful to take care to contain her astonishment within herself and so she takes an additional step back in awe at the power of creation she is witnessing. She wants this to remain a normal thing to be able to happen within the potentials of the flow of life experience for these girls.
You see, Aunt Mim was a trusted adult in these two little people’s eyes. She had told them that when you take a stick and point it at a tree and blow kisses, the birds received them. So for these little girls in that moment, this is how the world worked. And so with that intent, understanding what is possible in the world to experience based on what Aunt Mim has said, they pointed their sticks with precious little fingers grasped in a purity of reality generation. They are not hindered by perceived limitations in their expectations to date by set ideas about what “SHOULD” or “COULD” work. They create from a place of innocence of trusting that what was said would work. They created from a place that had no separation from their ability to interact with nature and the world around them in a novel way. They made a stick into a ‘magic’ wand and they did this simply by remembering what is and can be real in the mind controlling the hands that hold them.
“Real magic is not in the wand, it is always in the hand that holds it.” -Aunt Mim
and for another little magic moment gifted by birds: X Enjoy!