Author: Michael Tino

“May we discover that what we needed was right here all along.
And may we remember to stop and marvel at the magic of each moment as it floats by.” -Kari Kopnick

Stop and marvel at a magical moment today.

Magic is using will and faith to effect change. It doesn’t matter what religion you are, if you can’t imagine something different, or have faith or believe you can change, or have the willingness to do something about it, nothing will change. Only by changing ourselves first, seeing the need and imagining what could be, will the world around us, or our view of it, change. Nowhere in any book does it say that the divine has to do it 100% alone and that you can’t help. -Tia Evans (a CLF member incarcerated in MA)

How have you helped the divine make change?

Joanna Fontaine Crawford (former CLF Learning Fellow) has famously written about the magic of Santa, and the ways in which communities conspire to keep Santa a man of magic, mystery and wonder. In her essay “Proud to be a Level Four Santa,” she writes, “Too old for Santa Claus? Ah, no. For us, the question is, ‘Is Jane old enough for Santa Claus?’ As a Level One, she only knows the door. It’s a beautiful, magical door … but beyond it lies grandeur and awe she can’t even imagine.”

When have you helped a child participate in something magical and mysterious?

We conjure love every day through our actions and our relationships. We conjure love when we participate in the liberation of others. We conjure love when we spread the news that all of us–no matter our background, or identity, or even the worst thing we have done in our lives–are worthy of love.

Conjure love today.

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Months of sun, hot and hazy
melt slowly away
to days bright and cool;
nights of the harvest moon.
Mother Nature, she knows well the change
as leaves turn from green to gold.
The Magic Season has come again.

The hoot of an owl, howl of a wolf,
carried on the air,
the crunch of crisp leaves
Like steps of passing spirits
enthralling the very soul.
The veil between the worlds
thin as a cauldron’s gurgle. 

It is the moon,
shining full and ghostly pale.
The stars,
like a blanket of spangles on a velvet sky.
The rustle of nocturnal creatures,
the owl, bat, and wolf.
It is the night,
It is Magick.
-Gary Farlow (a CLF Member incarcerated in SC)

Where do you find magic in the cycles of nature?