Whether through ecstacy, through the power of grief and the healing that follows. Or through the small observations of life creeping on around U/us.
Magick happens when we don’t take things so seriously, or when we decide to get serious for once. Magick drops like a hat, and flies off like a great idea.
I believe that magick is always happening, even in moments of trial/trying experiences. Growth doesn’t cease after you’ve completed physically growing into the body you’ve inheritated and are now habitating.
Today has proven to be one that has shown me more insight; something that I’ve needed. Not necessarily on a kink level, though those experiences reveal a great deal about ourselves.