A Faerie Haven: Living in Myth, Being Magic
For some people, magic isn't something they do, it is what they are. This blog focuses less on theory and more on lyrical mysticism, applied spellcrafting, experiential awareness of Divinity, and related topics. A haven for you who long to become your myth and live your poem. Faerie tales do come true.
A Loving Work Day
Just came across this June 2013 piece I’d never shared. Now seems the time to share it, though I don't know why.
Amidst distractions—fears making my thoughts scurry in multiple directions, people attacking in hopes of distracting themselves with turmoil, forms promising to be essence, delusions masquerading as passions—I light a single candle. Simple altar. The Friend adds a stone.
I want the real. So first admit the real within that keeps me from all other real. This frees me to do the following:
I search inside for the simple, the essential, the real. And feel a touch stone: lyric and visual art.
Lyric and visual art are two of my touch stones, two of my worry stones. A bard and also someone who channels visual symbols, I make the real tangible so that I don't instead get lost in my fear or worried intellect.
I close my eyes to discover I'm a mandala. Myself—lyric woven with painting.
Beautiful, authentic, freeing . . . but something even more important is missing, more essential than my essence. I forgot the Goddess.
I make Her the ground of my being, remember that She is the ultimate real. Now the mandala-me is on and woven into rug-Goddess: Peace, reality tangible, simple. Self, cosmos, and Divinity. I can do the Divine's work better now.
As long as I obey Her. Which means, in part, always serving.
To guide accurately as a shaman, I channel poetry. To sell my shamanic services in alignment with the love, ethics, and self-care inherent in each atom, I channel poetry. When I have no listener, I paint. Goddess, help me do all this without forgetting moment-to-moment obedience.
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