the deeper magic
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as C.S. Lewis, Edmund, forgiveness, God, kind, lion the witch and the wardrobe, love, love/romance, philadelphia, philadelphia airport, sentimental/inspiration, something, the lion the witch and the wardrobe, time, white witch, Witch, witch and the wardrobe
There’s this witch. A white witch, which doesn’t make the fact that she is a witch any better. She’s nasty, keeping the fair land of Narnia in winter, but never ever Christmas, which is just plain mean. Anyway, this one kid, Edmund, turns out to be a traitor against her, giving her power over him, according to the law of the land. So the White Witch declares: “That human creature is mine. His life is forfeit to me. His blood is my property.”
But then this big beautiful lion, this perfect creature, Aslan, gives his life in Edmund’s stead. And that act of pure love sparks something in motion that the simple law could never do. It brings life and freedom. It brings springtime to the land. It speaks of something else. Something better than the natural law, and here, after Aslan comes back to life, he explains it: “…Though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who has committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” I desperately love the idea of death, that natural progression to all things on this earth, working backward. It’s sounds a lot like forgiveness to me. Like how when we’re hurt, we want to lash back out. It’s natural, it feels right. It’s our right as the injured one. And love at that moment feels all kinds of wrong and backward. But maybe, just maybe it’s the deeper magic. Maybe I can look further back than that which is obvious to all of us, to me. Because I don’t think that love runs out. Ever. At least that is the kind of world I want to live in. The kind of world where the deeper magic is at work and springtime breaks through the seemingly never ending winter. Yes, there is pain. Yes, we are wronged, unjustly attacked, and must grieve over our losses. And yes, it doesn’t look like that will change any time soon. But I want to look beyond that and see the deeper magic. I want to discover a love that doesn’t run out. Which is so much easier to write than to live, but here’s to trying. Here’s to trying.
that’s what I hear in these sounds
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as chain, creak, door, footsteps, home, Ingrid Michaelson, love/romance, point, silent treatment, sound, the chain, thoughts/life, thud, way
It’s his footsteps that reach me.
dance like a fool and when you see something really cute, bite your own teeth.
I am of the opinion that everybody should dance. I don’t mean that everybody should take formal dance lessons, necessarily; and certainly not that, when pressed, everybody should be able to correctly identify the five positions of the feet in ballet or anything like that. Though, let’s face it, that wouldn’t hurt. How many times [...]
and then it was monday
in Uncategorized
as love/romance, sentimental/inspiration, theater/tour
After finally boarding a delayed plane at the Providence Airport this afternoon, stopping for a three minute dash from gate to gate at BWI, and then boarding the plane to Pittsburgh just in time, the big question was–would our luggage make it? So it was with some relief that I saw this. Can you guess [...]
back then
I was walking towards Rittenhouse Square to meet him. The boy who had, of late, been occupying my thoughts, daring me to dream, teaching me of romance. We were meeting for lunch–two hastily prepared brown bags full of whatever we could throw in there before class, respectively. This had been happening a lot [...]
missing him.
I sometimes lay awake in bed, wishing for sleep but finding none. My mind wanders relentlessly, almost always ending up in the same place: Drew. I have always had the ability to go to other places inside my head. I remember taking long car trips with my [...]
Back off, ladies–he’s all mine.
They say that in some cases, once a man gets married he doesn’t work as hard to maintain his charm…But still, who would have thought that this handsome man that I married… That I went to the beach with… That I proudly had on my arm at opening night parties… Would ever [...]
drew.
My husband is in the Nutcracker this year. Um, it used to be that I was the one in the big story ballets, but nope. Now it’s Drew. And before you worry about the image of Drew prancing around in tights on a well-lit stage surrounded by tutu-bound ballerinas, let me put your [...]
my drew
Drew only pretends to be a fratboy, he really isn’t one (but the pit stains are the real deal, unfortunately).Drew does not, however, have to pretend to be good with children, he really is. Maybe because he can be a big kid himself sometimes, but they just love him. Our nieces and nephews instantly brighten [...]
a small part of the story part 2
Eventually, Drew and I arrive in New York City. I can’t help but notice that the guy has on a nice, new button-up shirt (later on, he admits that he had bought it with me in mind, hoping I would like it). I can’t help but notice he looks good in it. [...]
