magic
the domestic minx
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“That's the thing with magic.
You've got to know it's still here, all around us,
or it just stays invisible for you.”
Charles de Lint
I am still a child,
and I never want to grow up,
for I still believe in magic
and so I see it, everyday,
everywhere..
It is not invisible to me.
And is that not it's secret?
Is it not the simple belief in magic that makes it real?
As a little girl, I clung to this magical vision with a grim determination.
I saw potency in all I did and all I wanted to be.
Climbing the fence to the world beyond my garden, I would wend my way to the stand of twisted trees that stood sentinel to my empire of magic and wonderment.
Sitting beneath the grasping, groping gnarledness of ancient branched fingers, my own hands would fondle and marvel at the elaborate and carnival creations of luxuriant tree fungi, lurking bold and colourful, structures of soft and spongy magnificence sprouting from their ancient hosts with such pertinence that I could not imagine anything more magical than the unspoken power of what lay beneath.
Dreams of sprites and fanciful fairy folk would waft as sheer as the air alive, charged with the tempting tendrils of tantalizing temptations and the dangling of delirious and diabolical drifts of thought.
Reveries became real, visions became visceral, wishes fell fulfilled as I worked my magic, innocent and instinctive, woven and willing, in the darkness of my secret hollow.
Primaeval and powerful, it was the deep, dark damp of odours still and primordial, the dank air redolent with voices ancient and inviting, that filled me with potency, their portent darkly divine and delicious, drawing me to the well of truth and the source of all magic.
Belief.
And the power to transform.
Oh yes. It was there, at the height of my adolescence, that I first began to believe in what I wanted to see.
And the knowledge that it would come to pass.
Perhaps it was the vision of Solitaire, enigmatic Bond girl from Live and Let Die,
and my subsequent purchase of Tarot cards,
perhaps it was that heady influence of Aleister Crowley, his deliciously incorrect naughtiness permeating all activities originating from my adolescent boudoir.
Then again, perhaps it was the congress I held with all manner of faery folk gathering at my bedhead of an evening that rendered me smitten and spellbound.
It would be untruthful of me to say it has not served me well.
My power of transformation, both incarnate and imagined, has been a staunch ally in the fight against empirical ennui.
My power in the positivity of my own thinking, and the lassooing of my husband in the perpetration of his, has seen us travel the world on a wing and a prayer, and even a cluster of hemorrhoids at one stage...
It has found us frivolous at far flung places enjoying escapades of undeniable adventure, laughing in the face of danger and sipping champagne as the sun set on our good fortune.
To be sure, it finds us wallowing now in the stillness, the shellshock of parents to beautiful yet ungrateful teenagers, deliciously yet disturbingly stalled in the stalemate that is suburbia and snipered by shots sly, yet savage, in the fight against our bohemian spirit.
And, oh yes, it is time for some magic!!
It is time to whisper to my faery friends and call up the wind.
It is time for An Adventure, Grand and Divine.
And I can make it so.
For I can transform, dear reader, as I always do.
Ho, ho, ho
It's magic, you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic, you know
Never believe, it's not so
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Time for magick indeed, so says this little witch! It has a place in day to day life, is in fact the very essence of the ordinary..one only has to close her eyes and believe. You can do it, my magickal Minx!
xoxoxox
Rapunzel a/k/a Strega Luna
P.S. Solitaire was my all time favorite Bond girl, Jane Seymour my idol. Remind me one day to tell you the story of meeting her.
Oh Rapunzel!!
You met Jane Seymour - Solitaire!!!
I am so horribly envious.
She was a crucible moment for me.
I wanted nothing but to be her from the moment I saw her in Live and Let Die.
I thoroughly embrace the magick in my life and feel the power of the extraordinary in the ordinary every day.
Lately I have been feeling the need to close my eyes and feel it a little more deeply...
xox
take me with you oh minxy one,, share it all and leave nothing out,, i'll travel with you,, thru you,, because of you... and all from the safety and security of my own little chair.....
Oh Minxy
When I read your blog, it's as if you've exposed my secrets, extracted inexplicably from the deepest corners of my soul.
How do you do that?!
I believe in magic, sometimes I think it's the only thing that's real.
xoxo
Mistress M
Ahh dear Minx, the way your thoughts flow out onto this blog really delights m
(and also at times makes me feel that I am rather cynical in comparison, oops)
...stalled in the stalemate that is suburbia.......what a splendid phrase - stalemate is only a state of mind....suburbia is truly depraved, every day the vilest depths are plumbed. People get away with unutterable decadence....as long as they do it indoors
ah yes magical it is indeed, to seek to find and explore. Please take me too.... where ever you go, so I can share in the magic.
"has seen us travel the world on a wing and a prayer, and even a cluster of hemorrhoids at one stage... "
CRACKED ME UP
There is always room for a friend on my journeys Paisley..
While I await my chance to indulge some new ones, I can reminisce on those wonderful jaunts that have gone before...
delicious memories and fabulous dreams do much to sustain us in the occasional antechamber that is our life...
Join me.
xox
We are one and the same, darling Margot...
I read your words and feel the very same.
What a wonderful travel companion you would make!
One day I will stop at your door, call out your name and together we will hit that yellow brick road...
A vista will open for us as if by magic...
xox
Darling Lola,
It is so easy to slip into cynicism, especially when there is so much "evidence" to point us in that direction.
I can only suggest that you “do not crush the flowers of wisdom with the hobnail boots of cynicism.” for "cynicism is the opposite of creativity."
A creative life, rich with adventure and joy, is much more valuable and infinitely more attainable with an open mind.
As Oscar Wilde so cleverly put it,
“What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
You deserve the best, see it so...
xox
Suburbia...
A decadent place indeed. I too maintain there is more depravity and devilment in the burbs than we are willing to believe...
Your comment, like you darling Thinista, is diabolically insightful...
xox
I must say, darling Meleah, that a cushion of hemorrhoids is hardly a magic carpet ride...
As you can no doubt imagine...
My poor husband can testify to this.
It was on our return journey, our planes, trains and automobiles backpacking journey from Koh Samui to Bali, that he had such marvellous travel companions.
I went out in sympathy with a gammy eye, our children with diarrhoea...
In many ways it was an unmitigated disaster, yet remains as one of the most exciting and beautiful adventures we have ever had...
And therin lies the magic...
Turning straw into gold...
although hemorrhoids need a good dose of medication and some fresh vegetables...
Join me, darling girl.
We'll leave the painful swellings at home...
xox
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered.
Your spell has worked on me Minx.
I love it when a plan comes together, Eddie!
xox
though i never attempted being a magician, i always knew it impressed people. but magic means more to me... sometimes it can be compared to miracles. magic can be something as simple as waking up in the morning and smiling. magic can be reading a blog and being captivated and enthralled to return for more at a later time. magic is making friends thoughout the world by posting tidbits of our beings on digital stamps for the world to mix with. thanks for some magic, minx.
Dearest Minx,
"Every little thing you do is MAGIC!
Everything you do just turns us on!"
I shall have to call The Police about you...
xxx
You make good magic Raffi.
I heart you.
xox
Oh darling Island Girl,
Please don't call the Fashion Police.
I've already had them round once this week regarding my hair..
I blamed a conspiracy of the elements and some bad juju...
Basically I said,
listen guys,
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet.
But they just sniffed and told me to collect my mojo from the front desk.
Case closed.
Humourless twats...
xox
Oh Minxy most magical, mystical, mythical and majestic, I am pining already for that wondrous day.
How are you feeling, my friend? Are you on the mend? I worry about you.
xoxo
M
How enchanting dear Minx! Magic and secret gardens, I could just see you in butterfly wings frolicking about under the spell of illusion, what a wonderful post dear minx! :)