Divorce

I am tracking more divorce stuff than I would like at the moment. Catchild and Warin, Louis and Ali, Ebon dealing with his child-support mess, Kat and Kent, D and R, Reana and N . . .

-sigh- Catchild and Warin may not be romanticaly involved anymore, but they're still loving friends who can live together. Ebon's ex is about as petty and vicious as they come. I personally am staying out of whatever may or may not be happening between Louis and Ali, Kat and Kent, and D and R. Reana is worlds better off without N, seeing as how the man's head is somewhere in the vicinity of his spleen.

I don't like this. I don't like the pain it's putting people that I care about through. And yet, in every case mentioned above, divorce is the best route to take for all involved. And Ebon's ex and N are the only two that I can truly find any fault with, given what I know of the circumstances surrounding each separation.

I'm just worried about how many of the others will manage to stay firends with their exes, because they're all wonderful people.

On the Subject of Magic

Okay. I am Pagan. I believe in magic.

Simple statements, right? Explaining those statements gets very complex, very quick.

See, I believe in magic. I do not believe that I can throw a fireball at you and have you physically notice it. Sure, I can call an axe of energy into my hands, all bright and beautiful, with flames and light flowing along its blade. It won't get the firewood chopped. Most folks will more than likely never be able to see or feel it.

It will, however, do interesting things on a non-physical level. And, if I manage to land a blow on someone who is sensitive with it, they'll probably notice it.

Magic is real. It is also a subtle thing. Give someone who has an affinity for the weather a few months, and they can probably gently convince storm systems to build just so, and get lightning to strike in a generalized area. Throw a lightning bolt across a mall. Sure, but it won't affect anything on a physical level, let alone be visible.

Magic is an art form and a science, all in one. The boundaries of this world and those that border on it are thinner than most people realize, but it is the thinness of adamantine: As thick as a single tissue, yet impossibly strong. Magic is the art of coaxing portals in the walls that separate our world from others.

Magic is pulling energy from that which is around you. Walk into a field, and pull strength from the ground under you. Feel the resonance and power in the audience when you are listening to the Philharmonic Orchestra give its all. Channel the power of your own anger when you are enraged.

Yet none of this is physical. I feel the spirits and fey that inhabit my land, but I cannot see them. A dragon sleeps under my ridgetop, but you will never find him, no matter how deep you dig. I have wings, great feathered spans of colour, but my body cannot fly under its own power.

And yet some of this is physical. Things go missing in our house, and we will search for days, only to find whatever it was in a spot that we searched a dozen times over. My back muscles twinge and pull if I catch a wing in a door. Ebon literally radiates cold when he is enraged. Every day, I hear or read stories about true miracles, things that have happened that cannot be explained in any way, shape, or fashion.

How does one draw the line? I am an empath. Do I truly feel the emotions of those around me? Or am I so very skilled at reading body language that I can imagine how those around me feel with incredible accuracy? What is 'real', and what is 'magic'?

Open invitation to discussion. This is something that I've been wanting to get a chance to just talk with folks about for a while.

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Five miutes ago, our kitchen:

Me: "I don't care if Kerry's wishy-washy, he'd still be a better President than Bush!

ebonunicorn: -pointing outside to the metal tub that holds our small potato starter crop- "The potatoes would be a better President than Bush!

louisadkins: "The potatoes are dead."

ebonunicorn: "My point!"

At this point, I was too busy trying to breathe through a mouthful of cheese and garlic biscuit while laughing.