Reflections

I watch people tap their phones at the lights.
Foot twitching. Eyes already elsewhere.

The day hasn’t started and it’s already behind.

We rush meals. We skim messages. We plan answers before the question lands.
Speed feels productive. It looks like progress.

But hurry blurs the edges.
You miss the pause before someone speaks.
The moment a thought could change.
The quiet cue that tells you what actually matters.

Hurry isn’t movement. It’s noise.
It fills the gaps where meaning tends to show up.

Nothing important asks to be sprinted through.
Friendship. Learning. Healing. Good work.
They all unfold at a human pace.

You drop the ball.
Miss the shot.
Say the wrong thing.

Your mind wants to rewind.
To replay the mistake.
To fix what’s already gone.

But the game keeps moving.

Athletes know this well.
The last play is done the moment it ends.
Carry it forward and it costs you the next one too.

Life works the same way.
Mistakes. Wins. Awkward moments.
None of them deserve permanent residence in your head.

While moving out I caught my hand on a box and split the skin right across my heart line.
The blood settled into the grooves of my palm in a perfect little star.
Sharp. Bright. Impossible to ignore.

Two days earlier I’d asked the cards what I needed to hear.
I pulled The Star.
A card that arrives after the dust has settled.
The one that says the worst of the storm is behind you.
You’re meant to slow down. Breathe. Reconnect.
Let your own inner compass switch back on.

So I’m standing there with my life half packed, feeling stretched thin, and my hand is literally marking me with the same symbol.
A star on the heart line.
Hope sewn straight into the body.

I swipe my finger at the boom gate and it lifts. Just a camera scanning plates, but it feels like wizardry.

The wave of a finger is enough to turn ordinary into magic.

Sometimes it stalls. Maybe I fumbled the spell.

What else could we choose to see that way?

The phone in your pocket, the water flowing at a tap, the voice message that travels across oceans in seconds.

Everyday wizardry is everywhere. It’s only invisible because we stop looking.