The Magic of Ordinary Days

I get so much from songs and movies. I am always relating a circumstance to one or the other. Film has always been in my blood. The art of creating an imaginery world and bringing it to life fascinates me to this very day. That you can take your dreams, ideas, and fantasies and create a masterpiece, tell a story, touch a person's life. I am moved deeply by movies that are moving. You probably realized that as I have gone on and on and on about the Phantom. I love to analyze film, break it apart and find the hidden layer that lies underneath the beasts belly.

There was a beautiful Hallmark movie that came on CBS this past Sunday called "The Magic of Ordinary Days", yes I know I called it the Magic of Ordinary People in my previous blog, but I was wrong. It is based on the book The Magic of Ordinary Days by Ann Howard Creel which I now must read after seeing the movie. To learn more about the movie and its concept check out this review from USA Today!

Sometimes I think my life should be more fantastical, that I should live more, see more things. That I'm stuck in the place that I'm in and that I live a very boring life. How often I take for granted the magic of ordinary days. The treasure that comes from this life lived. The simplicity of a lazy summer afternoon. The joy of a spring breeze on your face. The simple excilaration of snowflakes melting in your mouth. People who are honest, love deeply, and give abundantly. Friends and family who know the heart of you and don't care. The beauty that unfolds in front of me everyday. That there is an adventure just waiting around the corner and that everyday is truly a miracle.

This movie infuses all of this and much much more. It touches the human spirit to the core, and shares a beautiful representation of Christ's love for His beloved. Ray is an endearing and powerful man...he is the art of a man...the true definition of what a man is. This is powerful, moving, and thought provoking. Please check out this movie.

This is a powerful quote that I found which is also on my career and personal goals page. I am constantly waiting to live instead of just existing, but each day that unfolds is part of life...I am despretly trying to learn that lesson...

"For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin.....But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid.Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."~ Alfred Souza ~

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