When I was researching for and writing my dissertation several years ago, I remember reading quite a lot about how in England Medievals and Elizabethians thought about magic differently. Or anyway, some theorized that they did. I'm not sure how hard and fast the distinction is. I do know that Medieval Europeans thought about magic and what constitutes magic (and what constitutes science) differently than most of us might. For example, we might think of the Philosopher's Stone, which supposedly can turn any base metal into gold and can also bestow eternal life, as something supernatural, or just a silly idea. To medievals, it was simply science. And it occurs to me that how we define magic or miracle is a culturally defined or even a personally proscribed kind of thing. If I remember correctly C.S. Lewis said that miracles are things that could and maybe would occur naturally but happen at a miraculous speed. Or something to that effect. I'm fascinated, for some reason, by the etymology of the word influenza. Apparently, medievals believed that any sickness that couldn't be explained by causal, natural events was simply a result of the planetary influences; thus we have influenza. Your astrology causes the flu. And yet, if we could speak to medieval peasants or even more learned members of medieval society and explain that really the flu is caused by a virus, which is this living organism that somehow infects the body, would this really sound any more logical or reasonable? I mean, the medieval might ask to see such a virus, and of course, they are not visible to the naked eye. Is the explanation that we accept, that a virus causes the flu, really any less supernatural or magical than attributing sickness to the planetary influences or even to some spiritual presence. In this spirit, then, I offer thirteen reasons that I believe in magic.
1. Humans are able to look at symbols, dashes of ink really, written across a page and decipher some sort of meaning that is akin to spoken language. Reading is magical.
2. If reading is magical, writing is even more magical. Not only can we interpret symbols, often in complex arrangements, but we can produce them and communicate our thoughts, feelings, and dreams. Writing is another kind of magic. And the pen, as we all know, is indeed mightier than the sword.
3. I suppose that although speech is more natural to humans than reading and writing, speech is magical in its own right. We make sounds with our bodies. And these sounds serve to communicate. But they do more than simply communicate. Words have power.
4. Seeds grow into plants. This is a kind of magic, for what human could have created such workings? We plant tiny seeds, sometimes they look like rocks. Mostly, they certainly don't look alive. And yet, sun and rain and air and earth are all they seem to need. And life appears. And it isn't, of course, some sort of random spontaneous life. But seeds become plants, and plants grow. Every day, there's something new to see in my yard. This, indeed, is magic, more magical than any purported supernatural event.
5. The world is full of colors. Color seem to me to be particularly magical. And not only do we perceive color, but we respond to it on nonconscious and emotional levels. Color means; color moves us.
6. We love and are loved in return. What could be more magical than the mystery yet the nearly universal experience of love, especially sacrificial love.
7. As humans, we are conscious of our mortality. We remember the past, and we understand that there is to be a future. Some argue that this is an important factor than separates us from animals. This also seems to be the curse of humans--it's difficult to live in the present and to fully appreciate the present when we are hung up on the past or worried about the future. And yet, to have this range, this spectrum of experience seem to me to be magic.
8. Our necessities can become pleasures; this is magic. Of course we need to eat. But eating is, for many of us, more than just fulfilling a basic need. We can enjoy it, and we do enjoy it.
9. We have the ability and sometimes the imperative to create. Again, some would argue that creativity, the drive to produce art, is what separates humans from animals. We write songs; we paint; we present our food in a way that is pleasing to the eye; we experiment with our food and our wardrobes and how we speak and how we think. We try new ways of doing things, and even if we return to the old ways, we are sometimes better for having tried something new. This ability to create, to produce a painting or a song that is not just interesting but moving, is truly magic, more so than anything I've read about in folk tales or in Arthuriana. Merlin is no more a magician than you and I. Or maybe it's better to say that you and I are just as much magicians, mages as Merlin.
10. Maybe this is just another form of love, but as humans we have the need to feel connected to something outside ourselves. We connect to other people, to social causes, to God. John Donne reminds us that no man is an island. What he doesn't say is that we are not islands, in part, because we need to feel connected to something other than ourselves.
11. We experience loss and pain, but we heal. And most importantly we grow. Humans are not emotionally or intellectually or spiritually stagnant, or not for very long. We hurt, and we don't like hurting, but we grow. Growth and beauty and strength can come from pain. And people do have the ability to change. This is even more magical than an oak growing from a tiny acorn.
Ok, so that was only 11. I really thought I could do a full 13. Still, a list of 11 reasons is better than no list at all. And maybe I can edit this post later. I do believe in magic. All these things, part of our everyday, natural life seem just as magic as anything we might imagine or read about. I think that because so many of these are mundane we tend to take them for granted, and yet, who would we be with out love and communication and each other?
Oh, OK, it's a couple hours later, and I just thought of two more magical things.
12. Risotto is, indeed, magical. There is, for me, something really fulfilling and satisfying and, yes, magic about making risotto. I mean, it's not hard but it always feels like adding the liquid a bit at a time and stirring and stirring until the whole starchy thing has this almost creamy texture is fascinating and akin to magic. How can it be that rice with a little olive oil and a little onion and a little white wine and a lot of broth can become something so luxe and rich and decadent? Because that's always my experience of even a very simple at-home risotto.
13. Silly, impulsive, fearless crafting is magic. I know that this last item might not make sense to many others, and certainly it's somehow related to creativity. But I love impulsive, inexpensive crafts. I love taking something plain and creating something unique that reflects something about me. See for example, the tee shirts below. I love crocheting scarves and dying slips from goodwill and refashioning things that I've not worn in ages and gluing beads and glitter to everything and sewing and cutting up pretty paper. And I love not worrying about how it'll turn out but simply enjoying the process of creating. I love getting lost in the activity. I love feeling smart and sassy and creative. I love, even, pairing funky argyle socks with a drab skirt and sweater, so that I feel like I've created even a look that's "me." I know that all of this may not sound magic to anyone else. But it is. What could be more magic than using nothing but, say, scissors and glue and pretty paper to make a lovely card?
And so there you have it: some of the reasons that I don't just believe in magic but embrace it.
