a deeper sort of magic

Christmas had odd echoes of something from childhood -- TV and half connected company with dear friends and family took me somewhere deep and distant. Palestine, yes I'm back, has some strange echoes too, here with no room in the plane for the luggage means there is a disjointedness with the way I'm used to travelling. Now it is as an imperative rather than a past time to go shopping -- we all need stuff, a different depth of engagement maybe. Saw some uncovered parts of the 1st century Jerusalem landscape at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, a site regarded as the place of death and resurrection of Christ: I thought of the deeper kind of magic C S Lewis refers to in The L the W and the W-D!