“Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine — to become luminously, impossibly so. Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.” ~ David Abram
“Human language, for us moderns, has swung in on itself, turning its back on the beings around us. Language is a human property, suitable only for communication with other persons. We talk to people; we do not speak to the ground underfoot. We’ve largely forgotten the incantatory and invocational use of speech as a way of bringing ourselves into deeper rapport with the beings around us, or of calling the living land into resonance with us. It is a power we still brush up against whenever we use our words to bless and to curse, or to charm someone we’re drawn to. But we wield such eloquence only to sway other people, and so we miss the greater magnetism, the gravitational power that lies within such speech. The beaver gliding across the pond, the fungus gripping a thick trunk, a boulder shattered by its tumble down a cliff or the rain splashing upon those granite fragments — we talk about such beings, the weather and the weathered stones, but we do not talk to them.” ~ David Abram
The storm has passed. The air here does not get much clearer than it is this morning. The star show in the pre-dawn hours was spectacular; one of those displays that I have only seen in Northern New Mexico, where the stars could reach down and pat you on the head if they wanted to. What better blessing, right? Yeh, bright blessings indeed. I’ve got the cat on my lap. purring away, and I need another cup of coffee. Telekinesis is not one of my strong suits, so I guess I’ll have to boost the cat for a few minutes while I go get some and then go out to look at the frozen world. It got down to 0º F last night; it has warmed up only slightly since . . . 9º at 9 AM. Bisy Backson.
Had a smoke, filled the bird feeder, now back at my desk with that second cup of coffee. Outside the window I can see that the birds are right back at it. Juncos on the snow below, picking (pecking, whatever) up the seed I spilled. They run the show around the feeder in the little apple tree. Occasional sparrows, pine jays, magpies, ring-necked turtledoves, grosbeaks, downy woodpeckers, and a few I have not yet identified. Rosie the cat likes it too. It keeps her 16 year old cat body and mind stimulated, and gets those instinctive hunter’s hormones flowing. Good kitty, nice kitty. Today’s quotes I chose because I am in process of opening myself up more to the sensuous world, where magic and other wonders stand tall. David Abram is a wonder his own self – “Spell of the Sensuous”, his first book . . . well, I couldn’t recommend the book more highly. Later y’all.
All is well. Goof gloriously.