A Grief Spell for Cultivating Enchantment in Disenchanting Times

Enchantment is kept from reappearing because our day-to-day order is detached from the divine. The institutions and structures we live in, whether private or public, make no presumptions that they reflect God’s act—the chain of being has been broken.

This lost network of feminine systems of knowledge and practices is so vast, you could say we are living only half a life without it. Though this unclaimed legacy has countless iterations, some of which are just recently finding their way back into cultural esteem, like midwifery and natural medicine, at their core they have a common uniting origin

Delight is the perfect description for the feeling of the connections that produce resonance. Delight is an encounter, a felt gift of being connected. Delight is never about resources and relevance. It can never be found outside the present. Delight always exists in the now, in the warmth of the gathered experiences of time. It is the result of bei

but rather to reclaim the old potent sense of magic in the everyday, and reclothe it in all the deep, embodied, and grounded wisdom we’ve accrued along the way.

Enchantment came so easily to me as a child, but I wrongly thought it was small, parochial, a shameful thing to be put away in the rush towards adulthood. Now I wonder how I can find it again. It turns out that it had nothing to do with beauty after all—not in any grand objective sense. I think instead that when I was young, it came from a deep eng