chasing shadows

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.
— sylvia plath, the bell jar

Another incredibly beautiful morning here in upstate South Carolina. The temperature is mild, the humidity is low, a breeze ripples across the air. It is a rare gift in late June to spend the mid morning out on the porch. Here I am, drinking a second cup of coffee, and I am chasing shadow. 

Sunlight moves around the table, glaring across my computer screen and into my eyes. I have moved three times in the last little bit, chasing the places where the sun is not shining. I laughed to myself after the last shift and said, "I am chasing shadows"

Truth spoken in the common moments. 

As a fair skinned red head, I've never liked being in the sun. Though my growing up years found me inside more than not, when I did venture out, I found my sanctuary in the shade of the trees. Many times, I would hide in the branches of an old, unbelievably large, dogwood tree in our backyard. There I was sheltered from the harsh beams of light and life, held within the dappled soft play of illumination and shadow. 

I have said that it is a softer light that I seek but it is the shadow that captivates me. 

The Summer Solstice came to us last week and I celebrate because now the days grow shorter, the nights grow longer, and there is more shadow to dance with. I long for the grey and the storm and the ancient wisdom that is rooted in the this dirt beneath my feet. I barely understand my longings, can find few words to define this sacred path I am reaching for but I am reaching.

I come from a religion of light.  Jesus was the light of the world. God's word was a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. We were to believe in the light while we had the light so that we could become children of the light. light. light. LIGHT. 

That was then. This is now. 

I began this year with the dual purpose of being captivated by my life and reclaiming my spirituality. What I left behind left a gaping hole within me, like losing essential parts of myself. When faith is written upon your DNA, walking away fundamentally changes you. I've lived with a void for many years now and I am not content to remain in this emptiness. 

I am seeking and what i am finding is taking me to the shadows, to the mysteries and myths and stories of old, to an ancient way of being. 

I say that I am a path finder and a portal maker. I am seeking a sacred path and I am creating the portal into the shadows. I may find trolls and fairies and dragons ... oh please let me find dragons! I may find my ancestors and ancient wisdom. I may find myself looking back at me. 

I am chasing shadows. 

This will be a magickal exploration. 

Magick is finding your connection to the Earth and all that is natural, alive and moving in the universe! It binds all that exists together. 

Magick is living in balance with the flow of life, and knowing that you are a vital force within that flow. Magick is everywhere! In the trees, rain, stars, and in the sea. It is the spark that quickens a seed to rise up from the soil. 

Magick is laughter, joy, wonder and truth the of the world around us! 

It is the subtle enchantment that reminds us not to waste a single moment of this gift that we call life! Magick is not greed, or power, or pretense...It is real. It exists. And it works. 

Magick is the mystery that lies in the secret soul of the world. It is the essence of creation. What we imagine, we have the power to create! 


With it you can create your dreams, heal your world, love your life and find the peace that lives in every human heart. 

from what is magick