She walked in….no, rather she bounced, skipped and hopped in, carrying her magic wand and talking about how it made everything she touched it with beautiful. As the day wore on, we played, talked and shared tall stories.
As the day went on we saw a parade, awed at the horses and riders in grand costumes and played on a cool slide. But before our adorable granddaughter left with her mom and dad to head home, she had to grab her magic wand and touch a few more things to make them beautiful.
It got me thinking about our ability to see things in a better light. In a more caring light. In a fun and joyful light. We each carry with us our own magic wand. When did we put it down and stop believing. Be the magician in your life. Be the creator of your day. Open your mind’s eye to the real possibility that the magic of the day is in your grasp. Be the magic today.
The ageless experiment.
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