I have loved the word Enchantment since I was a small child. It has always invoked for me the image of making music and making magick, as if magick and music were two sides of the very same sparkling coin.
To enchant a thing, or a place, or a person, is to sing over it, to whisper to it, to tell it a secret about its own magickal nature, about its own beauty and its own power. To sing a musical phrase of its true name and set it free to become everything it perhaps never dreamed it could be, but was always destined to be.
I seek out those places and people and objects that are enchanted so that their magick and their music might sing to me, to my mind and my heart and my soul and my body, and my spirit and my shadows.
The mission of my Tradition, of my Community, is “to Re-Enchant the World” and indeed through my Coven and my Beloveds it does so, in part by enchanting me and my life, and I in turn strive to enchant the world around me.
Enchantment is something I strive to live. I strive to enchant the things and places and people in my life. I strive to sing my own true name to myself and to live a life of enchantment.