“I had an Irish nanny who told me that ravens attract energies, all different types. That’s all magic is. The focus of will and intention applied to possibilities.” She took a deep breath. “So let it fly.” We were silent for a moment, each of us conjuring an unspoken invocation in our heads, tying all the things we wanted to release to those lustrous black feathers. Then I opened the door of the cage. The raven remained frozen, as if it had been in captivity for so long it had forgotten it was wild. Or maybe it felt the weight of being tied with all the hopes and fears of two refugees trying to find their way. I thought for a moment about shaking it out. Instead, in two brave hops it was at the door, a tight fit that left one oily feather trailing behind. Then with only a few large flaps, the bird lifted, spreading its wings, feathers edged like fingers. Its friend joined it almost immediately, and the pair soared in a wide looping circle above the market, and then they were away, out of sight, returned to their natural state.” FreedomMagicIntentionReleaseWillRavensBlackbirdsRemoving Blocks Book:Alchemy of a Blackbird Source: Alchemy of a Blackbird