I just googled “Magic Time” and discovered that was the wrong name — living in my brain — for this:
Magic Hour refers to the half hour at the beginning and ending of each day as the sun transitions and casts a golden yellow glow. It is light at its most beautiful and photographers will wait to capture it.
(I found that quote at the Magic Hour Foundation.)
Having learned that, I considered changing the title of this post. However, I’d like to show you photographs from many hours, yesterday.
So, “Magic Time” it is!
This is the first photo I took yesterday, when I was stuck in traffic on the way to work. Because of the morning news, I made note of another possible blog post title:
We can only guess at other people’s pain.
Every Wednesday, I work a half day, which includes facilitating a therapy group. Many people showed up for group yesterday. The result, in my mind? Magic time.
Also, I got a magical phone call, yesterday morning, from Tufts Dental School. What was so magical about it? I had made a wish, earlier in the week, to get my son, Aaron, a necessary dental X-ray on a Wednesday afternoon (when I could be available, to take him). At first, I was told this was impossible, but yesterday’s phone call said, “Bring your son in, this afternoon!”
Here’s something Aaron and I saw, in the parking garage, before his X-ray:
Aaron observed, “That’s really confusing. Is that for women? Or is that telling men they should get in shape for women?”
Sometimes when Aaron asks a question, I’ll say, “I don’t know.” Yesterday I said, “I think that’s making the blog.”
Before Aaron got his dental X-ray, a woman in the waiting room sneezed, several times. Several of us said, “Bless you!” She replied, “I never sneeze like this!” I said, “Maybe you’re allergic to dentists.” My aside to Aaron, “I think I just channelled my father.”
That’s Gina. She was one of the people who said, “Bless you!” And, she made the magic X-ray happen. Thank you, Gina!
We saw those characters on the outside wall of the sushi place where we ate, after the X-ray. Can anybody magically transform those Japanese characters into English?
Then, during Magic Hour, boyfriend Michael and I took a walk. Here’s what I saw:
Thanks to Aaron my son, Aaron my father, and Michael my boyfriend; to people who heal in groups (and elsewhere); to Gina, for helping lots of people yesterday; to those who see (and create) magic, to trees (and other beings) trying their best to stay upright, and to you — of course! — for making time for magic, today.