Magic(k) of the City

Being in the city has caused me to think about a great many things. One of those things has to do with personal things. The rest has to do with spiritual things. For the sake of blog continuity I refer to the spiritual aspects of city life. Moving has caused me to assess a lot of things; some of which is useful lol.

Growing up was a magical time for me. As a child, I understood that magic was all around me. I created it and weaved it to suit my fancy. I didn't understand that there was no magic in the city. As I grew up, I would learn that the true magic could be found in the forests. I am going to tell you that I think it's a load of decidedly deep animal droppings. Magic is everywhere. Magic is in everything. Magic creates our realities. If we'll recall my often chanted mantra: we create our own sphere of existence. By creating those personal spheres of existence, we are weaving the strands of magic. To quote my dearest friend Jim: 'Nuff said.

The Norse believed in the magic of the land. The land had spirits called 'wights'. Think about this: if a piece of land had power, why would changing what's on top of it change it? The spirit would still exist. That being said, being in a city wouldn't change that. A land wight should still exist. This of course means that working magic in the city is just as valid as romping through the woods. Quite frankly, how many pagans actually do that? It's one matter to say that it's the only way. You can put as many pro-pagan bumper stickers on your car as you want. You can put happy little 'witch stars' on your doors and say blessed be to everyone who will listen. It doesn't make you any more pagan. Pagan is what's in your heart. Magic is where ever you make it. City, forest and moon what have you. Magic is everywhere and it's ready to be reached by the hand that would guide it.

So what is the purpose of this posting? I'm very much interested in land wights right now. I'm also interested in reclaiming my roots. I've lived out of the city for 20 years. My goal is to remember what it feels like to talk to the land of the city. In essense I wish to remember who I was.