I read fantasy fiction. There, the secret’s out! This
professional woman in her early sixties curls up, during lunch breaks and on many
evenings, with tales of fairies and dragons, heroic quests and enchanted
kingdoms.
Near the end of my current book, The Elfstones of Shannara
by Terry Brooks, Wil Ohmsford confronts the fear that has kept him from
accessing the power of the Elfstones, power needed to combat the evil that threatens
the land. In this pivotal moment, Wil realizes his fear was not “of
the thing that haunted…his dreams, or of the Demon that hunted Amberle and him
south from Arborlon…It was his fear of the magic.”
Fear of the magic. Something in that phrase grabs me and won’t
let go.
In our own epic journey as a species in this world, many things
frighten me…hate, greed, and the harm inflicted upon the Earth and our fellow
inhabitants, to name a few. But could I also fear the magic?
The magic I’m referring to is not, of course, contained in
Elfstones or legendary swords. It is the magic of the human spirit, imbued with
love and aligned with a greater force for good. But am I afraid of that magic? I don’t think so. If I’m
truthful, though, I often forget about it. And sometimes, even when remembered,
I don’t fully trust it.
The obstacles facing us are, indeed, formidable…and mostly
of our own creation, born of spirits and psyches out of balance. Things can
seem rather grim. Dismal. Hopeless. When I’m snagged by such reactions, fear has me in its
clutches for sure. Magic seems a distant thing at best.
As I hear of another hate crime~~against a vulnerable
individual, the Constitution, or the Earth itself~~I have a choice. To what
shall I give my energy? I can certainly lend it to fear in its various guises~~dread,
anger, apathy~~and thereby strengthen fear’s grip on the world.
Or I can heed
Sharon McErlane’s words from her book Casting
The Net. “Let your hearts open,” she writes. “Let compassion well up
in you and then serve…with your hands, your voice, and your listening. But most
of all, serve with a loving heart…This is all you need to do. This is everything.”
Every spiritual tradition offers such sentiments, as well as
practices to align our hearts with that greater good. The choice, though, is
always ours.
Perhaps that fictional line stuck with me so that I might
confront the fact that I don’t always trust Love, with a capital L, that
unfathomable essence at the heart of all things. It also offered me a choice to
trust anew.
So once more, I give myself fully to the magic and offer it
safe passage into my world. Like Wil Ohmsford with his Elfstones, I too say,
finally and again, “Yes!”
Leia
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