Magic is not always what you think it is, neither is practice. Oft times it is that inclining of something, and flash of understanding followed by shifting of understanding, and growth has begun. This can happen while your boss is telling you about the next task you are to do at work, it can happened during your commute to work, or it can happen when you spend an afternoon at a friend’s house and another friend asks you how you have been and genuinely wants an answer.
It happens when you don’t want to face a thing, but have been in many ways forced to, and that brings you to tears stilling alone in your room typing up your next blog post or at least trying to. It can happened in a blink of an eye and leave you floored for days, days which start off difficult but get easier as the understanding, comprehension, shifting, healing and growth happen.
None of which looks even remotely magical, ceremonial, spells, rituals, occult or otherwise. It looks like normal everyday life, which is often chaoitic, messy, hard, rewarding, shitty, fun, devastating, and fun all in one day and sometimes all in one moment.
The magic is their when it happens, when the inkling starts, it is their as understanding grows, magic is often action, and not so often reaction, and it is their when you enter into a dance with it… it is the dance and it is there when the dance is done
And oft times Magic is something that is not seen as Magic, instead it is seen as life’s dramas playing out.
Magic doesn’t always look like what you think it will…