R. Field is an Experimental Artist, Designer, Writer, and Witch, based out of Boulder, CO. If you are interested in publishing their work, engaging them for presentations, retreats, rituals, or simply have burning questions on the nature of Magic and the Divine, please direct all inquiries to the Contacts Page.
Magic
Such a question, I ask myself every day… Do you still believe in Magic?
There have been days when I did not believe in Beauty,
Days when I did not believe in Love. Yet.
I could not escape the Magic.
It snakes around me in seaweed drift,
hangs on my neck like little brothers,
burrows through aortic highways,
branching down the sciatic nerve,
pools in the soles of my feet.
It could be Power, It could be Purpose.
It could be Anything.
The precognitive wisdom of DnA, stacking nail cells on a tiny hand that will not need them for months. The fractal kaleidoscope of human brain matter mimicking skittering leaflet edges and scaled ragged coastline contours, visible only from thousands of miles above. Finding the perfect bicycle in a generous strangers shed, just when the soles of your boots are starting to flap. Waking in the night, nauseous and shaking, nightmares of others, half a country away, freshly pounding in your heart. Eight separate license plates telling you the traffic forecast is “EW”. Voices in the leaves, on the wind; an early heron migrant in lamplight, calling you to come play in the last snowfall of March.
That is Magic; Perfect, Inexplicable Energy, the Potential of Anything to Become Anything Else. It is Patient, It is Indifferent, and it is Inescapable.
It is there for the taking.
It is there for the having.