A couple of weekends ago, before the Nor’easter that dumped 15 inches of snow on our fair city this past Saturday, I cleaned up my office. It was approaching the point of no return, with too much stuff on my desk in piles, and not enough room in my second bookcase to store everything (the first one being full).
Rearranging some stuff made more room in the bookcase, which enabled me to clear more of my desk, so I now have a nice, uncluttered (relatively speaking) place to work. I’ve also been rediscovering a few gems I had forgotten or just couldn’t see because they were under or behind other stuff.
Among those items is a little wand. It’s made of hard, clear plastic and is filled with some kind of liquid and multicolored sequins shaped like stars and crescent moons. When you tip it one way, then another, the sequins spin and tumble back and forth. It’s quite relaxing, mesmerizing, to play with. Almost magical.
It would be nice to own a real magic wand, one that I could wave and make all the Sturm und Drang of the pandemic, climate change, politics, scleroderma, and everything else stressful and scary to just go away.
It would be nice.
But the only real magic comes from effort and persistence and a determination not to let the harshness of this world in the 21st century squeeze out the beauty and joy and goodness that is everywhere, as well.
Hiding in another spot on my desk was a sticky note with this quote that’s attributed to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe:
“Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace, and power in it.”
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