Photo by B. Lawless

By Jeanie Greensfelder

On a stress-filled day driving between eucalyptus trees, lyrics popped into my head, “You’re in the magic zone.” Entering Montana de Oro, the day’s concerns faded and my sense of wonder bubbled up. The brisk breeze, stunning rock formations, and steady ocean waves opened a timeless reality.

When a bunny paused on the trail I felt like Snow White, expecting animals and plants to converse with me. The rabbit told me that I thought I knew the world, but I didn’t know anything about her. Then she disappeared into the thicket, leaving me curious about where she lived and what she ate or feared?

I watched pigeon guillemot, black ocean birds with white wings and red feet, nesting in the cliffs. I love the reliability of their return each spring.

Our world is magical when we remember to notice: we are travelers on spaceship Earth, and don’t need spacesuits.

There are many entries into the magic zone. The natural world works for me from wilderness to plants in my backyard. Other times I close my eyes wherever I am and feel the wonder of being alive. Music is another portal.

Thich Nhat Hanh says we are just a step away from the kingdom of heaven, and that the kingdom of heaven is here.

What does your magic zone feel like? What transports you there? Plan some time in your favorite place at home or elsewhere. Take that step.