The One Question I Can Never Answer

The One Question I Can Never Answer

Have I sweated through my make-up? I wondered as the sound-tech adjusts my mic.

“Good?” he asked, brushing my hair out of the way.

I nod mutely. In the distance I hear a sound like a toilet flushing.

What if she asks me that question? I think, mind racing between the sonic-boom beats of my heart.

No matter how often I practiced, there was one question I could never answer.

A sign began to flash clap as Oprah made her way onto the stage.

The bed sank as Andrew climbed in. I jolted awake, breath ragged as the adrenaline faded.

As far as recurring nightmares go, I suppose this one’s not the worst (by the way, ziziphus berries—better known as jujube—will calm night terrors) and I much prefer it to the dreams where the ocean’s in the wrong place (and when I say “wrong” I mean on top of a town or encroaching on the restaurant where I was hoping to have lunch).

Still that one question eats at me.

As I make breakfast, I set the pattern of my thoughts for the day, aiming love and gratitude at the bur oak which dominates our backyard. It’s a small ritual but, I believe, one of the most meaningful moments of my day.

Why?

Our thoughts matter. Or, put more poetically, every morning we create the world anew.

It’s basic quantum physics: the experimenter’s beliefs affect the outcome of the experiment.

Guess what?  We can also call this magic.

In fact, I’ve been reading Lab Girl by Hope Jahren and her definition of a scientist aligns quite nicely with my definition of a witch.

Like some of you, I come from solid East Coast intellectual stock (and Jewish to boot, which adds a whole other level of intellectual tenacity).  I have lots of letters I can legitimately pile behind my name.  So I know exactly how the “m” word and the “w” word make you feel.

But the biggest lesson of science is to observe without preconception and here’s what I’m seeing:

Magic and science and business are converging.

My Irish teacher once told me that studies have been done in which they showed a photo of a rose to people who were allergic to roses. A majority of the people shown the photo sneezed. They sneezed from looking at a picture.

I never tracked down this study, but if you’re doubtful, check out this article in the New York Times in which people left a drug trial because they were having too many side effects.  Not surprising, until you understand the people leaving because of side effects were the people who were taking the placebo.

In business coaching, this quantum physics/magic thing is “getting clear and setting an intention.”

I’ve come to realize all the practices I learned from my woo-woo teachers line up perfectly with best business practices. Click To Tweet

Our worlds are converging (and the Renaissance masters are snickering behind their tombstones).

My job, as I see it, is to connect our everyday lives to the mystical so we can bring magic back into our everyday lives.

Oh, the dreaded Oprah question?

Your life story, is it true?

My answer?
That depends. Do you believe in magic?

Share with me: do you have stories you’ve lived that you feel to be true—which also defy what your brain has declared is “real”?

(These are the best stories! I can’t wait to read!)

Big hugs—

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