Things have been witchy-er than usual as of late. There has been the correct balance of solitude, study, adventure, and energies of all sorts. Incense and candles. Premonition and dreams.
I've been meditating on magick as of late. There is a passage in the book that I am currently reading, one that is written by a neurosurgeon, that has to do with the magick of connection. The passage describes the moment when you cross paths with a stranger, look into their eyes, and momentarily connect. See into each other. How that split moment is something very different than vacant eyes meeting at the same time. It is different than the overplayed narrative of love at first sight. It describes, simply, the moments in life when you and another person catch a glimpse of each other's existence in a way that stops everything else. It could be in an elevator. It could be walking by each other on our ways to somewhere else. But feeling is different from a vacancy or preoccupation. It is a type of joint, momentary presence.
In any case, I've been thinking on this for a few reasons that have surfaced in my life. Mainly, fascinating ways that people have stepped into my life. So much chance is involved. Who, where, when. I think often of the importance of being open to the magick that surrounds us all. Those invisible threads, yet again.
My recent favorite involved a stranger in make up and a tuxedo who ran his hand along my jawline without words. Who poured and lifted a glass of water to my lips without words. Who took my hand to dance with me without words. We communicated only with body language. Three hours later, as we were looking at each other from across the room and I went to leave, he glided past everyone to speak his first words.
Another recent favorite would be the woman who asked me what I was reading and, the next thing you know, we are having an incredible conversation about theater. She leaves and then comes back 20 minutes later with a copy of a play that she wants me to read ~ only for us to discover a few days later that that exact play will be performed locally in a matter of weeks unbeknownst to either of us.
Like magick.
If you pay attention, it is everywhere.
It is how a loved person I have not seen in years is, by chance, in the same place I am in Philadelphia (dressed as a priest no less) and slips up behind me until I feel him, and turn around.
Magick.
Look around you. Do the rituals you must do to be open to what surrounds you but, remember: This magick is something much larger than a slight of hand. It is true; it is celestial. When it pulls you close, let yourself become a part of it.
Alchemy at its best.
be well; be loved,
k.
P.S. Let me put my book of matches down for a moment and show appreciation
for everyone who is off of the mainstream path. Here I am thinking of
the weirdos and artists and inventors and hustlers whom I love. Photo from whitewit.ch tumblr
