Does Magic Sleep?

Around 2 A.M. this morning, when I put myself into the alpha state to ask for inspiration for my blog the phrase came up 'does magic sleep?' I was up for a while then went back to bed. Still resisting the idea. Now it's close to 11 A.M. and I have to give in. I must let myself explore the idea 'Does Magic Sleep?' First I must consider 'sleep'. That is a latent time, a time away, a time for restoration and replenishment, a time for ideas to grow. Surely that fits in with magic. Magic is gentle and quiet. I dare say it needs to replenish. When it bursts on our consciousness with it's glorious zing of AHA! it must need to retire. We wouldn't listen if we had that zing coming at us all the time. It would wear us out.
Sleep is something that we awaken from. I believe that we must also awaken magic at times. The spells of invocation are meant to awaken magic and get it working. Another word for sleep is slumber. However slumber has a slightly different connotation...that of a strong awakening waiting to happen. I wonder if there are times when really strong magic finds us. I think there is. These amazing events we tend to call miracles do happen. I have had amazing coincidents happen in my life that made a big difference to my well being. Yes, I have decided that magic sleeps. Sometimes it awakens itself. Sometimes we may awaken it. I plan on meeting one of my dearest friends for lunch today. I am sure the synergy of our relationship will creat a spark of magic that we will take with us back into our day to day life. May the same spark of magic happen for you.

Make Pets of Your Worries

Last night as I went to bed I knew I was in need of the zing that comes from magic. I needed to imagine something fun and enjoyable. As I was in the half dream state, drifting off to sleep I was musing on the way sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care, as someone once said. I decided to go to my fantasy castle. The castle was chilly so I snuggled into the pile of warm wonderful furs I had on my bed. Some little creatures approached me and asked if they could also cuddle. I said yes then found out they were a gaggle of my worries. I decided to allow them into my nest and accepted them. I had been blocking them away, looking for someone else to handle them, running from them and so on, before. As I accepted them they told me, in soft squeaky voices, that they were my friends in the way that other negative feeling could be. Signals. In as: anger is the signal that there is something that needs to be dealt with. My worry pets said they had come to me to see to it that I was firmly anchored in the real world. That I was not to sort them away in boxes but to visit with them from time to time. They promised that if I would do that, in a friendly way, they would help make my life in the real world better for me. Peacefully I agreed and drifted off to sleep.