The Magical World of Tylluan Penry

Well, I’m coming to the end of a lovely day. It’s been hot enough to work in the garden without needing a cardigan, and I’ve planted more bulbs and generally tidied and done my best to get the garden ready for the winter to come. Fantastic!

Truly Shakespeare must have been thinking of a day like today when he first wrote the line, ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’

And on that note, the end of a perfect day, I am going to get some sleep... zzzzzzzzzz

Took photos of the moon last night… still haven’t got the moonphase to work on my website but live in hopes

The photos were a bit blurry (due to lack of tripod I suspect!) but quite magical in their own way. For me at least they caught the essence of what it feels like to be balanced half out of the window aiming a camera at the sky.

All my songs are love songs,
All my lyrics sigh,
All my dreams take flight now
Soaring in the sky.

Doggerel, maybe, but it’s my doggerel. And I felt it at the time, which was what mattered to me.

Painting (another of my hobbies) is a bit like that. Rather than reproduce a photographic likeness it’s nice sometimes to try and get the feel of something. Done properly it touches something deep inside, a primeval need and longing. And of course, that’s how magic should reach out to us too.

Magic isn’t about rhyming (though some spells can and do rhyme.) It isn’t poetry (although some spells can take the form of poems, not all poems are spells). Done properly it touches something at our very core, making something stir and dance within. This is the same whether you are doing a spell for a good or bad intention. Of course the ‘something’ at our core will be quite different according to intention, but the overall effect will be very similar.

Sometimes the greatest spells can be done just by sitting still and breathing. You literally breathe life into your magic. Sounds incredible I know, but it’s true. And some of the spells are really wacky – there’s no other word – including things like glamour and even invisibility spells.

The sceptics out there will shake their heads and write me off as a nutter. If I hadn’t experienced the things I have, I would probably be inclined to agree with them. I might be a nutter anyway, albeit one who has witnessed some pretty amazing things. It’s the old conflict between proof and evidence. When does evidence become accepted as proof? I don’t know. Perhaps we each have different answers to that.

Seeking the Green by Tylluan Penry, published soon by Capall Bann. For more info watch this space!