I Believe in Magic!
This is a reprint of my March 30 Themestream essay written several years ago.
I'm probably procrastinating here. I should be cleaning house (I do have a load in the wash). But I thought just maybe I could do both - write AND clean. You know, put a load in... type a little... make a bed... type a little. It's what I PLANNED to do when I retired.
The perfect plan: stay home to take care of things and work (write) at the same time. Sounds good, doesn't it? Well, it doesn't always work. Some days you get to writing and foosh! the day's gone (and you've done nothing in the house). Other times the house or errands keep you away from your writing for days...
Oh well, it's still a good plan.
Just finished reading,"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone". Loved it (didn't expect to - actually didn't know what to expect). My friend who reads everything (her house is better than the library) brought it to me and said, "read this". So I did. It was great. Such fun reading. Such imagination! " Today she brought me the rest of the series... (I'm convinced that I'm really a wizard and they simply lost my letter...)
Do I believe in Magic? Oh, yes!
(... had to stop and make the bed.)
How do people NOT believe in Magic? Don't you remember what it was like (that extraordinary feeling?) on Christmas as a child waiting for that jolly fat man in the red suit? Straining to see (and seeing in your mind's eye) the tiniest glympse of the sleigh in the sky? The air was ripe with magic then. Do you think that because I'm grown now that this is/was not real? It was real to me. Reality is relative. I would never give up Magic. Magic and Miracles are the best of the best.
Maybe it's because of my ethnic background (Irish grandfather from Dublin and English grandmother from London on father's side & French grandparents from France and New Orleans on mother's side), that I believe in EVERYTHING!
My father spoke with an English accent and my mother's family spoke only French in the house. But I believe in faeries and trolls, wizards and sorcerers (the old Celtic Druids were fascinating - loved reading, "The Bard" by Llywelyn), definitely believe in muggles - they are the mindless cows that simply follow the herd (not an ounce of magic in them), and spirits, angels, and God...
Course people get confused with semantics - the meanings of words. Perhaps you don't believe in God per se. OK, depending on what you mean by God - perhaps I don't either. I don't know what concept enters your head when the word G-O-D is said. But it doesn't have to be the God of religion. It can be a Force, an Idea, something that is both outside and inside you that nurtures your Higher Self. I don't mind the word God and don't find the stereotype limiting. But the relationship God and I have is very personal. It's really One on one and no on else is involved.
(... off to put the clothes in the dryer)
Back to Magic and Miracles -
Have you ever been thinking about someone close to you who has died and had something strange and wonderful happen? Simple things (things non-believers will scoff at) like all of a sudden a butterfly will alight on your hand... and you know...this is special. Stranger things have happened that I won't go into here because the pain is still too new (involving my brother's death this past summer). It doesn't matter that these things don't make sense or follow the laws of nature. They just are. And life is all the better for them.
When I was in Blarney, Ireland - in the faerie garden outside the castle - I plucked a wildflower to take home (but left a penny in the tree for the faeries). When I was in Maine (on Hog Island) walking through the moss covered forest, I could feel other life forms hiding behind and among the greenery.
I grew up with Voodoo in New Orleans. It's part of the Creole and Cajun culture. Like everything else, it can be good as well as bad. When I was knitting little pink booties this past year, my chldren called them "voodoo booties" because we had no little girl babies at the time. I really hadn't thought about it. I simply wanted a grand-daughter and was making booties for when she arrived. Well, my daughter (who was married last March) just recently surprised me with the news that she's pregnant... so everyone's saying, "...oh, oh - mama's voodoo booties".
(... BRB, going to fold some clothes)
Probably should mention that I also believe in totems, shape shifting, and dragons ( wrote a real unusual children's story, "The Littlest Dragon" - about a tiny dragon who use to be a Prince until a powerful female sorcerer put a spell on him for discriminating against women sorcerers. Hmmm, maybe I'll post it one day).
This article was going to be brief, so I'm going to stop now and do some other chores. Really need to label all these d-m discs that I have lying about. It's murder to find the one you want without labels.
Maybe it's time for a nice long walk (it is lunchtime). And it's actually half-way decent today here in Texas - no rain and the sun keeps trying to peek out.
Have a magical day!
(and since it's now 2009 and I have read all the Harry Potter books... and just saw "The Half-Blood Prince" - I have to say, the magic is still there.)