It’s entirely conceivable that life’s splendor surrounds us all, and always in its complete fullness, accessible but veiled, beneath the surface, invisible, far away. But there it lies, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If we call it by the right word, by the right name, then it comes. This is the essence of magic, which doesn’t create but calls.
I never know where my collages come from. I do not know if they are prayers, predictions, messages or dreams. I know they want to be a particular way, insist on it, that sometimes they sit and wait weeks, months before the right image comes to finish them.
Recently someone posted on Facebook a new way to make caramel apples. The traditional way, dipping a whole apple into caramel sauce, letting them set, the mess in the making and eating of them, has often kept me from making them. And then I see this new way, apples cored and hollowed out, bowls of apples filled with caramel, after they set, cutting them into slices. Such an easy solution, and one I never thought of. How easily we get locked into one way, and one way only, thinking that's the only way, that thinking coloring all of our approaches.
Like magic. I think of the Tarot card, the Magician, drawing from above and below to manifest here on earth. I have always thought of him creating from nothing, but what if that isn't how magic works. What if it waits to be named, waits somewhere between worlds, or in this one, just invisible. What if wants to see if we know what it truly is, if we care enough to know it's name, not just what everyone calls it - love, prosperity, health, friends, power, etc. Maybe for each of us love has a specific name - fidelity, amity, adoration, passion, piety, tenderness, worship. And maybe, if we find that right name, our name, and call it out with intent, drawing from the ethers, drawing from the earth, maybe then magic happens, maybe then it comes when named, recognized at last, and blesses us.
It changes things, this different view of magic. It takes us back to the importance of words, of naming. It reminds that nothing is new to this world and nothing dies. It promotes discernment and self-knowledge. When I speak of love what am I speaking of? Is it fidelity, lust, passion? Is it the Chinese Yuanfen (destiny), the Norwegian Forelskt (the euphoria felt when when we first fall in love)? Do we even know or is it just dumb luck that some of us get what we hunger for? Or perhaps it is as the old adage, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it? Maybe we call the love we're ready for, or the love we think we want. Of course perhaps it's as the Stone's sang, we get what we need? I don't pretend to know. For now it's enough for me to ponder this new vision of magic and how we must stir the waters like the Hebrew's God, and with breath and words name the world, our right, true world, into being. So mote it be.
Recently someone posted on Facebook a new way to make caramel apples. The traditional way, dipping a whole apple into caramel sauce, letting them set, the mess in the making and eating of them, has often kept me from making them. And then I see this new way, apples cored and hollowed out, bowls of apples filled with caramel, after they set, cutting them into slices. Such an easy solution, and one I never thought of. How easily we get locked into one way, and one way only, thinking that's the only way, that thinking coloring all of our approaches.
Like magic. I think of the Tarot card, the Magician, drawing from above and below to manifest here on earth. I have always thought of him creating from nothing, but what if that isn't how magic works. What if it waits to be named, waits somewhere between worlds, or in this one, just invisible. What if wants to see if we know what it truly is, if we care enough to know it's name, not just what everyone calls it - love, prosperity, health, friends, power, etc. Maybe for each of us love has a specific name - fidelity, amity, adoration, passion, piety, tenderness, worship. And maybe, if we find that right name, our name, and call it out with intent, drawing from the ethers, drawing from the earth, maybe then magic happens, maybe then it comes when named, recognized at last, and blesses us.
It changes things, this different view of magic. It takes us back to the importance of words, of naming. It reminds that nothing is new to this world and nothing dies. It promotes discernment and self-knowledge. When I speak of love what am I speaking of? Is it fidelity, lust, passion? Is it the Chinese Yuanfen (destiny), the Norwegian Forelskt (the euphoria felt when when we first fall in love)? Do we even know or is it just dumb luck that some of us get what we hunger for? Or perhaps it is as the old adage, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it? Maybe we call the love we're ready for, or the love we think we want. Of course perhaps it's as the Stone's sang, we get what we need? I don't pretend to know. For now it's enough for me to ponder this new vision of magic and how we must stir the waters like the Hebrew's God, and with breath and words name the world, our right, true world, into being. So mote it be.
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