Precisely that! Are you doing a science degree?
I'm doing a psychology degree, but as a bachelor of science. I actually really enjoy learning about experimental methods and also biology! As you know I am also very interested in botany, although I'm not studying it. I think studying all these things really does open your eyes to all the different connections. I don't know too much about magic myself but the principles of how you talk about it always made sense to me.
And since this is the forum's scriptorium, here's a poem I wrote recently and actually read at a lakeside poetry reading one of my mother's friends organised (we read poetry outside by a lake in the evening, it was really nice. Except for the mosquitos, but deet exists for a reason).
Reed-WarblerWe hear it when we first arrive.
Nothing here is as it should be. And yet -
This lake, her throat bulrush-choked
Collared by constricting asphalt corridors
Still finds in her, miraculous, a voice.
The rustle of paperbarks melds with traffic’s thrum
Yet calling high and melodic over both
As bright and clear as wind over the water
The reed-warbler is singing.
It takes us several minutes to spot.
Nothing here is as it appears. And yet -
Tenaciously insistent, we remain
To stay and scour the choking rushes
Here at the kissing-point of lake and land
Where every sound must have its source.
We finally spot it, perching on dead branches
The larynx of this lake, a plain brown bird
Its throat thrown open in miraculous song.
Here is the true miracle of this place.
Nothing can be as it once was. And yet -
This lake, both wild and caged in urban sprawl
Is not unblemished, yet neither unloved, unvoiced.
Traffic cannot drown this lakesong
Bright and clear, a call like wind over water.
The darter nests in the rustling paperbarks
And we leave to walk the circle of the lake
While the reed-warbler still sings.