There are things in this world stronger than wands, stronger than potions or curses and it is love that binds them, that holds their power. It is these things that, when used properly, have the abilities that are only read about in books. Ordinary objects until someone loves them, until someone believes in the strength of the bond that ties that item to a person or idea - but when that power is called on, it is more magical than anything you could dream in a book of wizards and fae. It is more than a spoken word in latin or a phrase that rhymes. It is pure magic, the magic of belief and of love, of honor and of fate. That is what the mistake is - to think that magic does not exist is to say that belief does not exist, that faith does not exist. Magic is love, pure and simple. Magic is seeing beyond the visible, looking to the unseen to be your guide and to allow everything in it's time to be revealed as such. No cards are needed, no special books bound in ancient leather, no stick finely adorned, no robes with runes at the hem. Magic is power from within, the power of knowing you have the ability to do what it is you are called on to do and then doing it without ceremony, just doing it as you are called on.
Yes, there are things in this world stronger than what some see and it is magic or belief or trust or faith or whatever name you wish to call it by. It is not the stuff of legend for it lives now, in the present. It breathes through those with the courage to look, to see and to act on it - those who call it out, grab it and make it their own. It is within us, waiting for the moment it's needed and hoping that we have the stregnth to call it by name so that it may weave through us and aid us in all the amazing ways it can. It is not something you learn from an old woman in the woods, or from a man with a trailing beard and wrinkles - there is no pointy hat unless you happen to own one and feel like wearing it. Magic is real, it is alive and it is that thought that binds us all to something greater than ourselves. Whether you choose to own it or live to it or revere it in your own way is up to you - whether you feel you can call on it or you must pray to it is your choice and it is how your particular vein of magic reveals itself but we all have it.
The true question is will you call on it? Or will you deny it?
I choose to call on it.
TO: All my LJ buddies!
RE: My 29th birthday
When: Sat, July 19th @ 2pm
Where: my place in Middletown, DE (e-mail for directions)
A lot of emphasis is put on your 30th Birthday, lots of parties and whatnot, but I feel that the 29th birthday is often overlooked. So, this year, I'm having a huge party for mine. Also, I live on a farm and I have that sort of room right now. :D
You are all invited to my 29th birthday party for a huge bbq. I have uber crash space as well as uber space for tents. Oh, and my one neighbor is really, really cool (and is invited too) so we don't have to worry about him - and I only have one neighbor! :)
rsvp, please! If you're on my list and you know someone who isn't on my list who would want to come to a party let them know they are welcome too. This being a bbq, bring a dish you like to share. I'll have the meats covered and some munchies in the way of chips and whatnot. It's also byob but we'll be taking keys if we feel you shouldn't be driving home. ;)
So, read this with the tempo of slam poetry and you've got it spot on.
There they come again
running rampant on my brain
tiny little nodes of thought
none of them the task at hand
the exhausting work that dulls my mind
total chaos in my pounding head
never what I want to see
these things, these places
all so beige and lifeless - boring!
these walls drive me to distraction
the very place that should inspire
carefully molded to be the
So complete it forgot the point!
Human interaction so innane
could we ever hope to connect
in so sterile an enviroment?
And there again the little nodes!
Creating scenarios to a alive
I can taste the salty air
I can feel the rustling leaves
I can see the blinding light
I can smell the fresh cut grass
I can hear my lovers voice
Sensory overload while I sit
quiet and calm in a blank, beige office.
It just kicked in that I'm going on a road trip tomorrow... YAY!!!!!!! I love road trips! As much as I hate mornings, I love getting up early for a road trip. Pennsic? The first one I went to, the plan was to leave in the morning. We ended up leaving at midnight because I was antsy. lol
So the great master list in the sky has started in my head and I'm writing furiously to get it out so that I have room for photo stuff when I get to class in an hour. But yeah, sent the e-mail to roommate to not forget silverware, where her plate is, to set things out on the counter that she wants to take food wise (or post-it for cold stuff) and that I want everything ready to go in the morning so that all we do is load the car and go. Not that I think this will actually happen, for myself I know I'll be ready because that's how I am - it's one of the few things that the ADHD hyper-focus kicks in on, the other is fine art stuff (painting, drawing, photography). So yeah, I'll be standing at the door, stuff in the car at like 10 till leaving in the morning. Roommate might be too, and that'd be cool, but I'm not holding my breath. Not everyone is like me. ;)
yup. love road trips.