You know that phrase, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?” I think that men constructed this to pit women against one another, that men were so threatened by women that they made up stories and narratives to make us out to be jealous, and for a while, we believed them, trusted them. And the women who didn’t believed them were killed for holding onto their beliefs. But now that we are in the season of smashing the patriarchy, we are here to take back our stories.
The word “witch” came up twice for me today, and I think that when something appears to you over and over again, you need to follow it. I always wanted to be a witch: the kind that could make things fly, or light candles by blowing on them (hello, Practical Magic). I grew up in the era of Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Charmed, The Craft, Practical Magic, and Harry Potter. To say I was obsessed is an understatement. What was it that spoke so much to me about these magical realms? Is it really so far-fetched to believe in magic?
I listened to both of these podcasts today that reminded me to believe in magic:
Strange Magic - Episode 0
The Goop Podcast - Is Science the Way to Describe Magic?
Listening to these women talk so pragmatically about magic made me think. Magic isn’t some external power that is granted to you, it’s an energy that already lives within you. Do you ever just think about the mere fact that you are alive? It’s FUCKING MAGIC. Like the idea that you come out of the womb and suddenly take your first breath and fill your lungs with air and it gets delivered by a complex system of blood vessels all over your body and then sends a signal to your brain to cry? To cry and scream because you can, because you are alive. That’s magic.
So, I guess my point is, to believe it when you feel that magic bursting inside of you. That little voice that says, "paint this, try this, write that, make this.” You just have to believe it to see it.