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the reenchantment of the hubris in complacency

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walking deeper into....

Enchantment is both the capacity of the world to charm us & the spell that comes upon us when we open ourselves to the magic in everyday experiences. An enchanted world is alive & rich in personality. It reveals itself to us in its beauty & poetic presence. Both the realm of nature & the world of things have their magic that can stun us & ultimately make life feel worth living……Thomas Moore

this is the space of deep intuition….the land of charm….the heart of life’s gifts… finding our own way is the way of the wild soul, weaving the ups & down into a beauteous wrap….useful on dark & stormy nights…..

the core of our enchantment is longing….for the sacred…using compassion & courage as guides….climbing….is the path soft or rocky today?

the stars hold no memory…only bliss….

Reenchantment means stepping beyond the modern traditions of mechanism, positivism, empiricism, rationalism, materialism, secularism & scientism- the whole objectifying consciousness of Enlightenment- in a way that allows for a return of soul. Reenchantment implies a release from the affliction of nihilism, ’our culture’s cancer of the spirit.’ We move toward a new pragmatic idealism & a more integrated value system that brings head & heart together in an ethic of care, as part of the healing of the world….Suzi Gablik

wings & the visceral calm of seeking

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calling the fairies.....

nature love & the visceral calm

of a nuanced moment…

plaintive cries of the hero’s journey. I’ve been watching a heron for endless time. she’s seeking too……it’s as if she draws with her feet…simple, clean lines…contemplative. I try to mimic her, but I’m clumsy & not in the moment. she knows. she knows, but she doesn’t mind…it’s as if she’s teaching me. the light shifts, streaming. the sweet smell of grass shifts my journey into a moment of sensual grace. a reverie. I can feel the mist off the water. a calling to notice. simply notice. the heron notices the new scents….fairies peeking ’round corners. she is kissing the clouds & beckoning the silly fairies into the sun’s warmth. her mesmerized stance may be the most beauteous image I have ever felt. there they were…and gone…a wing, a flutter, a whisper, a remembrance. that contentment of suchness as is…& I hear the singing in my head of gifts & gratitude. a gentle opening of the heart. the heron, the fairies, me, the green, the only day there is, today. we simply breathe… together, one.

can you sense the wind shift?

…..In Blue……

But fairies haven’t fled, my dear…

They’ve been here all the while.

….Becky Kelly….

a fairy-tale life…

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the glow of a fairy-tale nook....

There is nothing quite like the land of make-believe….

nothing else can make the day a little more magical…all things winged…

maybe a little dream time in a beauteous garden…

I could believe in a dream like this…..a fairy tale house? oh yes…

DailyGood: Man Builds Fairy Tale Home for $4700, by Heidi Stevenson.

winged fairies remind me to open to possibility, to stay fresh…

wandering & wondering…..

if you believe, the fairies will swoop in…

…….I don’t want to live a small life…….

I don’t want to live a small life. Open your eyes,

open your hands. I have just come

from the berry fields, the sun

kissing me with its golden mouth all the way

(open your hands) & the wind-winged clouds

following along thinking perhaps I might

feed them, but no I carry these heart-shapes

only to you. Look how many how small

but so sweet & maybe the last gift

I will ever bring to anyone in this

world of hope & risk, so do.

Look at me. Open your life, open your hands.

Mary Oliver

A crossing. A stepping stone. In between space. The pause at the end of a breath. Bardo.

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Serendipity just may sprout in this never never land of in between fog.

                           Like Alice in Wonderland.

where the fairies whisper to us

Bardo is intriguing much more when used as real, working, in time understanding of physical states rather than a more vague and philosophical concept.

The nature of bardo itself is quite vague and open to radical differences in interpretation. As described, it is undefinable.

Hence, the serendipitous door can open to an open heart.