(1)fill (someone) with great delight; charm.
synonyms: captivate, charm, delight, enrapture, entrance, enthrall, beguile, bewitch, spellbind, fascinate, hypnotize, mesmerize, rivet, grip, transfix…
(2)put (someone or something) under a spell.
I find myself all too often under an enchantment I do not like. The realization of it comes after many days of living under its spell. I am growing in my ability to recognize the signs and symptoms of this dis-enchantment, but goodness me how subtle yet gripping this type of wicked enchantment can be! Once I recognize it, I know that the only way to undo the spell is to be enchanted by an altogether different tune.
This is when I pick up my pen and draw. I slip pastels into my holster and stuff paintbrushes into my quiver. This is when I do battle with the enchantments of fear, worry and the underlying belief that it is all up to me by lassoing the beauty around me with lines from my pen, swiping the dust of everyday living away with pastel pixie dust, and painting a new story, the real one, so that I can live there, in the real world. There’s something that wants me to believe this world is all there is. I need a stronger enchantment to fortify what I know to be true:
There is so much more than what meets the eye! But it is in seeing our lives for what they are, being present and grateful IN THEM, and looking THROUGH and BEYOND them, that we will know the true reality of life.
This hymn has been playing in my head the last day or two. It DIS-enchants the spell of nose-to-the-grindstone living. The words weave through my moments reminding me that this truly is my Father’s world where He rules, though so much threatens to undo it.
Today, I’m wielding my pen and pastels, charcoal and paints, allowing the enchantment of art to work its magic in my heart and remind me of what is True.
I hope you can spend some time doing this too!
*In the first pic up there, you see my small pastel box. I have a much larger one I pull out for large scale paintings. But this one was a gift from my grandmother many many years ago when I was maybe 9 or 10 years old. It has since been refilled with different pastels, but I love it as it reminds me of my artist grandmother Thelma who not only painted with pastels, but also knitted beautiful things.