Thoughts on Magic
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Hello friends, This week, I am at the Between the Worlds/Sacred Space joint conference, gathered with hundreds of people who believe that magic is possible in a troubled world. It’s an important reminder, especially when so many of us feel stuck just providing for our basic needs, or the needs of our families. It is also an important reminder for those of us engaged in community service, protection, and care. Magic helps me pay attention to what is important to me. It helps me manifest what I desire, for myself and this world. Magic can also remind us—on a daily basis—that there is wonder in the world. All is not pain or anxiety or despair. The other thing I love about magical gatherings is the reminder that we are not alone in our dreaming and desiring. Together, we can manifest much more than we can ever do alone. Unlike regular magical gatherings, a conference like this is an ad hoc community, but it is community all the same. We may be varied, and have differing backgrounds and opinions, but we are gathered here because all of us want a sense of shared wonder, power, and purpose. This week, I ask: Do you have a spiritual practice? What does community look and feel like to you? What fills you with a sense of magic? What are you manifesting, and how will you commit to that today? What offers you wonder, power, and purpose, and how do you help pass that along? Best wishes — Thorn
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T. Thorn Coyle
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