Here’s the deal.  I’ve decided I need a Magic Wand.

I was sitting in a class today, learning the learnable things.  And there were a heck of a lot of those learnables.  As I was soaking it all in, and thinking about all the practical applications, and the possibilities of utilizing this information… it became a little overwhelming.  There is SO MUCH that needs to be done.

To accomplish ALL the things I want to do with this new found knowledge … is going to take a bucketload of work… and at least… a gazillion hours.  I came to the realization that I would have a long road ahead with completing the bigger picture.    It takes a lot of time and energy to Save the World… don’t you know?

And then it hit me.
Square in the jaw, it hit me.  “I need a magic wand.”
Yes.   A big old ancient magic wand…. made of some crazy-good wood, and a little bit craggy in shape.  It could even have some crystals on it… and maybe one at the very top.   I can see it as plain as the Wizard cap on my head.

At any rate… a wand sure would come in handy.  I wonder when the heck they fell out of favor with the general public.  They have been around for a long, long time.  In fact, there are wands mentioned in ancient writings, they have been found in the tombs of Pharaohs in the Pyramids of Egypt.

References go all the way back to the 500 B.C.  and thereabouts.  In the ancient world, the go-to magi… were the priesthood of the Zoroastrian religion.   And they had wands.    Citations continue for hundreds of years thereafter.

But then it stops.  Did we quit using them during the Hoover Administration… or when?  I know witches brooms went out with the Hoover.

Anyway….   I sure could use a wand in my life.  Poof.  Laundry done. Dishes done.  Poof.  I’m now in the desert of New Mexico… soaking up some heat.  Poof.  Back again… in time to watch NCIS.

Big Poof.   Staving off another bonehead political move.  Poof.  Sent lots of food to the pantries, shelters, and food tents around the world.  Poof. Cured this illness and that.

Oh, I would come up with some big honking uses for my wand.  And at the end of the day… I’d do a little jiggy walk… and tuck it back in to the wand-holster on my belt.

I would have to go to bed early  and get ready for the next day… of making the world a better place…. with my Magic Wand.   We have established…… There is so very much that needs to be done.

Ahhhh.   But alas.  Tomorrow I face another day…. and ME…. without a wand.  On the other hand… I guess I can keep a notional magic wand in my make believe holster on my belt.  And then I can try make the world a better place, in my own little ways… touching the things that are within my reach.  And poof.

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” – Roald Dahl