I use the term magic
…well probably to an obsessive degree. So I’d like to take a moment to clarify what I feel magic is.
Magic is more of a feeling than a concrete definable concept. It is the true meaning of the word awe-some, inspiring awe, a thing which creates a feeling of beauty, mystery, wonder & intrigue.
Magic is a paradox, so here are concrete examples of what I find to be of a magic quality: the universe & the whole damn mystery from quantum theory to Buddhism. The aurora Borealis, stories, words because they frame our reality, lights in trees, star light & candle light & fire light. Learning, creating art, the sky & trees & places, meditation/prayer/ritual/the typical sacred sacraments, self awareness. Natural fragrances, Rumi, sea salt, love, deciding how to live & how to act & how to believe on your own. Doing what you love. Dawn & dusk.
Magic is a way of life, a way of transforming our existence, a fiery spark of inner awareness. Acknowledging the universal– internal & external powers of creation & destruction. Magic is like the proverbial force, an all pervasive way of being, with it’s light & dark aspects in constant turmoil, churning our creative struggle.
Magic & science are the same thing. Some say science is magic explained, but I find even the explanations can impart a sense of magic.
Magic has always been & will always be.
Magic is an electrifying f o r c e.