“There’s always a lot of magic, but our way of seeing is very small and we mostly just call it Nature. Why, we are not at all surprised that we can pick an apple in the Autumn that was a pink flower in the spring. That’s natural magic and we don’t really notice it.” From The Hounds of the Morrigan by Pat O’Shea.
(Amelia with an acorn)
Here’s something magic for you. Yesterday on a long summer walk, my friend Rachel told me about the botanical prints of Pierre Joseph Redoute as we delighted in every flower. And I told her about the above quote from the book I’m reading while our children found acorns. And she told me that in pine forests there is very little underbrush because pine is so acidic. And I told her that I had been in one before and the only thing on the ground were fluffy golden cocoons. Well…in the very next part of the same book the two children (named Pidge and Briget!) walked through a forest on their Irish quest. And this is what I found at the very start of the next chapter:
“It is easy to travel through a pine wood because the undergrowth is always sparse.”
Can you believe that!?
Synchronicity happens to me so often. Beau says it’s all part of how the brain categorizes things. A very easy scientific explanation for it all. But when I’m writing a book about golden moths and a Grandmother who has wings tucked inside the hunch on her back…and then I go to Trader Joes and find a display of Goldwing wine and a little lady with a hunch back at the register as I go to buy it….I wonder if my brain isn’t categorizing things as much as there is some greater purpose to all the earths happenings. The little kind of magic that we don’t notice very often. The whispers and nudges and pulls toward something great. Even if the pull is as simple as a tiny white moth kissing my head and the something is as great as the knowledge that I am loved.
Pierre Joseph Redoute was the court artist and botanist for Marie Antoinette. What a job! Can you imagine painting at versaille? A little science and a little magic, both!