Yesterday morning I woke to a general bleakness. My first thoughts of the day were along the lines of: It’s dark. It’s raining. It’s November. And I don’t want to go to work today.
I didn’t want to get dressed, didn’t want to leave the house, didn’t want to talk to anybody or do anything or be anywhere.
I took the usual bleak morning steps: fire in the woodstove, good cup of coffee, check in with my twitter support network. Spent some time with my journal. And came to the general realization that what I am suffering from is a serious dearth of Magic.
Scoff if you will, but Magic is alive and real and as necessary for my well being as vitamins and coffee. And when I’m feeling magically deprived, it’s usually not so much that there isn’t any magic around, but rather that I’ve become incapable of perceiving it.
So, yesterday morning I began a conscious quest to find the missing magic. There were glimpses of it all throughout the day – small things, easily missed. Hints of magic, not the real deal, but reminders that it’s all around me whether I can see it or not.
My Magic Quest sightings included:
And there was magic just the other day, wandering through an antique store and playing with a camera and mirrors. I love mirrors. They alter perception, make the magical realm seem imminently possible and right behind you, like if you turn around fast enough some fairyland denizen will actually be standing there. Small wonder that mirrors serve as a magic conduits in so many stories.
Today I plan to again walk through the day with my eyes open. Join me?