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Sometimes a Wild God, af Tom Hirons / Digt

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.

He is awkward and does not know the ways

Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver

His voice makes vinegar from wine.

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Læs resten af Hirons smukke digt - eller endnu bedre - hør ham læse det højt. 

 

David Abram & Sophie Strand: Magic as Radical Embedding in our Web of Relations / samtale

Denne mind-blowing samtale med mine to yndlingstænkere bryder tingenes rationelle orden ved at se magi som et dybereliggende regelsæt end noget andet.

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Sophie Strand: "I was thinking that there's a modern idea that magic is above the world of material or natural order. That we have the world of science where everything is quantifiable, we can measure it, we understand the rules. And then there's magic, which breaks the rules. I was thinking that I very much disagree with that. I think that magic is actually the deeper layer of rules, it emerges, that can't be quantified, that it's inherently irrational. In a certain way, it gives us space, that we can't actually understand everything, but there is a deeper order, an order that confounds our idea of order.” 

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Your Consciousness Comes from the Moon / The Emerald. Currents and Trends through a Mystic Lens / podcast 
Denne podcast af Josh Schrei er ulig nogen anden. I vinterens mørke er vi i månens varetægt. 

"Traditional mythic, animist, and astrological systems have long told us that the moon is more than a distant, detached object in space, but rather plays an active role in governing the daily rhythms of life. The moon — in its repetitive pulse — gave early humans the first systems of measurement and the first calendars. So the word 'moon' is directly related to the words meter, measure, and memory, and is tied to all human endeavors that repeat. Repetitive ritual enactment — humanity's primal means of remembering — is something we learned from the moon."

Morgen- eller aftenritualer

Jeg holder allermest af morgener og formiddage. Hvor dagen endnu er sprød og uprøvet. Allerbedst er det, når jeg sidder i min yndlingslænestol med dagens første kop kaffe og skriver i en smuk og ret stor notesbog. Uanset hvad der gælder for dig, inviterer denne årstid til selvomsorg, et dyk ind i dig selv, blødhed og varme. Ritualisering af en rutine gør det kun mere betydningsfuldt.

 

At nyde vinteren på landet

Bylivet er ikke særlig relevant om vinteren, synes jeg. Jeg søger ud på landet, hvor mørket er rigtigt mørkt, tågen smuk, stilheden rådende. Jeg kan høre en regndråbe, der falder på et blad. Jeg kan høre mit eget åndedræt. En hane, der galer flere kilometer væk. Der er færre fugle nu. Dem, der er tilbage kommunikerer med hinanden, men skønsangen er forstummet. Vinteren fremtræder i al sin ynde og magt her. Alenetid.