I began reading Thomas Moore’s book, The Re-Enchantment of Everyday Life tonight. He reminds us that “an enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we find value, love, and union with the world around us.”
Then I stumbled upon this Irish poem … the last stanza … sets the soul free …
Where the
Tinkers quarrel I went down
With my horse, my soul.
I cried, ‘Who will bid me half a crown?’
From their rowdy bargaining
Not one turned. ‘Soul,’ I prayed,
‘I have hawked you through the world
Of Church and State and meanest trade.
But this evening, halter off,
Never again will it go on.
On the south side of ditches
There is grazing of the sun.
No more haggling with the world….’
As I said these words he grew
Wings upon his back. Now I may ride him
Every land my imagination knew.
~ P. Kavanagh
Taking time to explore our imagination … soaring as the winged Pegasus … strong, graceful, free …
“A culture dedicated to enchantment recognizes our need to live in a world of both facts and holy imagination.”
