Good evening to you, whoever you are. I hope your evening goes smoothely, as smooth as- did you know that there's no "e" in "Smoothly"? That can't be right... The spell-checker is doing this to spite me. Racist son of a bitch spell-checker....

You know, magick and I have long had a bit of a rocky road to walk together. *raises a digit, shushing* At At AT! I don't mean sleight-of-hand, card tricks and illusions. No Penn-and-Teller prestidigitation. I mean genuine drawing upon forces that we cannot comprehend as they are, by definition, "supernatural"....

At some times in my life, I've been a believer. We all were, at one point, I think. When we were little ones, the world was just a game, still spawning chunks. The fog of war was revealing new things to us every day. Everything was new and there could indeed be unicorns in the woods, ghosts in the graveyards and every shadow held some spook, boogum or quasit waiting to jump out and get us.

We got a bit older then. We saw more of the world, maybe. We became a bit more jaded and cynical and some of that magick faded away. We knew more about the world and were too wise to be afraid of the things that go bump in the night because we knew better. Some bit of faff, knowledge, religion, social order, replaced some of our wonder and eroded some of our joy.

We got a bit older yet and we maybe grew a bit more. We got more worldly, smarter, wiser- hopefully- and much more cynical. There was no magick. The workaday responsibilities of adulthood squashed that out of us. There was no unicorn in the woods. We had all the maps to tell us that. There were no spells, no sorcery, no mordenkeinen's cheeky chihuahua. Our teachers, preachers, parents and the quest for the allmighty dollar killed that, long ago - and there was no need for ghosts, trolls and the fae things. We knew that the crackhead in the alleyway or the politician in the white house was FAR more dangerous than any thing of childhood fancy.

*head tilts, forehead bunches in thought* ...but then maybe, just maybe, we get a little bit... wiser still. Maybe not in a better way... or a smarter way... *winces, looking for the words in the ether* maybe it's a different way. We see too many things we can't explain, one coincidence too many, one amazing thing happening after another and maybe, just maybe, we start to believe again.

Or maybe *grins broadly* we never really let ourselves get old inside, we never let go of that spirit of wonder that burns inside us like a tiny spark of creation itself, reminding us that love is a magick all of it's own and it is a power, like many others in this amazing, beautiful world, that we will never be able to fully explain. -and maybe that's for the best.

Thank you, my darkest bloom, my Muse,  Sanita_Squirrel for being there one time too many, exactly when I needed you to be... to not give me pause and for sharing a bit of magick with me again. Happy Two Months to you too as well, darling.


Celebrate the moments of your life, beautiful watchers, for they may never come again. Some will say that "Love is a many splendored thing". Some will tell you that "all you need is love". There's a song which says Love will "lift you up where you belong". *smirks* Me, I'm going to side with Sanita on this one and say "Just go with it". *laughs, giddy as a loon* One love for us all, you beautiful bastards.