One of the most frequent comments I hear around Pagans of every description is a desire to re-enchant the world. Re-enchantment means different things to different people and the desires expressed are often vague. It’s like a craving for a food you can’t describe because you’ve never had it, but you’re sure there must be something that tastes like what you’re thinking, if only you had a name for it.
–John Beckett, Under the Ancient Oaks
(The photo is also John’s.)
No, no, honey. There is nothing wrong with the world. The world is as magic as it ever was. The problem is us. And to be more exact, the problem is some of us. There are still people in the world who are not disconnected, disenchanted, nor lost.
–Sara Amis, A Word to the Witch
To enchant something is literally to sing to it. In addition to what John and Sara suggest, how about we do just that? Sing to the world. Sing to the gods. If you have a pet, I bet you sing silly songs to your pets, as I have to my birds. Sing to the wild birds. Sing to the trees and the weeds and the petunias your neighbor planted. Sing to the spider that spun its web across your window. Sing your dead grandparents their favorite songs. Sing a song for the cow and the potato and the green beans that have become your dinner. Sing to your own spirit, your own soul, sing them back to life, sing them home.