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With these thoughts in my heart, I looked at the picture again. The seal's eyes seemed much deeper
now, and I saw something in them that I had missed before: unconquerable strength. "You have
not hurt me," they said. "I am not one baby alone. I am life, and life can never be killed. It is the
Power that brought me forth from the emptiness of space; it cared for me and nourished my
Existence against all dangers. I am safe because I am that power. And so are you. Be with me, and
let us feel the power of life together, as one creature here on earth."
Baby seal, forgive us. Look at us again and again to see how we are doing. Those men who raise
Their clubs over you are also fathers and brothers and sons. They have loved and cared for others.
One day they will extend that love to you. Be sure of it and trust.
Love
Love is a funny thing to describe. It's so easy to feel and yet so slippery to talk about. It's like a bar
Of soap in the bathtub -- you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight.
Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves. They think they have to grasp it
In order to have it. But loves slips away like that wet bar of soap.
Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when
it wants. When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. It's the juice
and energy that motivates my music, my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, it's
Everywhere.
Magic
My idea of magic doesn't have much to do with stage tricks and illusions. The whole world
Abounds in magic. When a whale plunges out of the sea like a newborn mountain, you gasp in
unexpected delight. What magic! But a toddler who sees his first tadpole flashing in a mud puddle
Feels the same thrill. Wonder fills his heart, because he has glimpsed for an instant the playfulness
Of life.
When I see the clouds whisked away from a snow-capped peak, I feel like shouting, "Bravo!"
Nature, the best of all magicians, has delivered another thrill. She has exposed the real illusion,
Our inability to be amazed by her wonders. Every time the sun rises, Nature is repeating one
command: "Behold!" Her magic is infinitely lavish, and in return all we have to do is appreciate it.
What delight Nature must feel when she makes stars out of swirling gas and empty space. She
Flings them like spangles from a velvet cape, a billion reasons for us to awaken in pure joy. When
We open our hearts and appreciate all she has given us, Nature finds her reward. The sound of
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