As an atheist, I find comfort in dust to dust. And yet try as I might, I cannot shake my secret beliefs based in magic, chance, ignorance and fear. What in damnation is wrong with me?
I love this beautiful, resonant piece of writing. I too am an inveterate saluter of magpies. It’s so complicated and so fascinating. For me, everything around magic, ritual and superstition is tied to safety and hope - a need to feel that good things are coming. I want to make my own luck. I am also unable to pass a grubby penny on the pavement without picking it up. But I think anything that provides comfort, or even some kind of explanation for a period of darkness, is something worth getting curious about. Thank you for your intelligent and generous writing.
I love this beautiful, resonant piece of writing. I too am an inveterate saluter of magpies. It’s so complicated and so fascinating. For me, everything around magic, ritual and superstition is tied to safety and hope - a need to feel that good things are coming. I want to make my own luck. I am also unable to pass a grubby penny on the pavement without picking it up. But I think anything that provides comfort, or even some kind of explanation for a period of darkness, is something worth getting curious about. Thank you for your intelligent and generous writing.
Thanks for sharing this! Enough of the delusive perceptions