Enchantment: Awakening Wonder in an Anxious Age

by Katherine May

The subtle magic of the world offers comfort, but I don’t know how to receive it.

How do we get past the blunt knowing of our disenchanted age and tap back into the magic that we used to perceive everywhere?

Bring questions into this space and you will receive a reply, though not an answer.

You take off your shoes when you come home. You do it to keep the floors clean, but also to show how you trust this space to treat you kindly.

We have to fight for our ability to pay attention. It is not given. It does not assert itself as a need until it’s far too late.

often think that ritual gives us something to do with our hands rather than our heads, performing a set of actions that root us into our being again.

I don’t have to believe in God as a person. I can believe in this instead: the entire mesh of existence binding us together in ways we perceive only if we listen. Each of us is a particle of this greater entity. Each one of us contains it all.

It becomes valuable when we value it.

It becomes meaningful when we invest it with meaning. The magic is of our own conjuring.