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I am grateful today… for how often I have smiled

that, even at my age,

I’ve retained the eyes I had as a child.

How wherever I am….

whether in nature

or within the pages of a book…

my eyes can still find magic

everywhere they may look.

Today I’m grateful as I travel though my life

as I amble through every day…

how the universe hides little bits of magic

for me to discover along the way.

Isn’t it ironic…amazing…beautiful…

and it never ceases to astound us…

how the moment we decide our life is magical

we begin to see magic all around us.

I’ve brought this up a few times before…but again I have to share

how there is a kind of magic imbedded in this tie-dye bucket hat I wear. 

There is something welcoming in this hat…something safe and kind and gentle.

And, having just returned from England and France…it’s appeal is intercontinental

It’s hard to imagine all the wonderful conversations this little hat’s begat…

and I long ago lost count of all the people who stop to say, “I love your hat”.

Perhaps they understand when they see its bright colors draw near…

that from the person underneath this hat…there is nothing they need fear.

Take the other day for instance…I had an encounter I won’t soon forget

when I found myself in a conversation with a man I’ve never met.

We began talking about a stove Deborah and I were about to buy then quickly and with ease…

the conversation turned from this stove to our families.

This man felt comfortable sharing that his daughter was transitioning…

It had to be the hat I thought as I lovingly touched its brim

as this man was proud to tell me now his daughter now looks a little more like him.

I wish every one in this world who is prejudiced and bigoted…

who have a distorted and misinformed point of view…

would understand that 1 in every 10 people they meet is LGTBQ.

Which means the most die-hard bigots out there…if they opened their eyes would see

there’s probably and LGBTQ member hiding in their family.

Hiding from their hatred…developing lasting scars…

afraid to let the world know…exactly who they are.

But there are people who acknowledge and accept people the bigots don’t

who offer them safety and love…where prejudice people won’t.

A place where they are not only welcomed…but emboldened…Imagine that…

which makes me wonder if that is the beauty, and the power and the magic of the hat.

And makes me wish more people out there…

more parents, politicians, world leaders and diplomats…

would one day wake up and discover…

the kind of magic that’s in my hat.

Today I’m thankful for the magic inherent in kindness…

We should never take an act of kindness for granted…NEVER!

because the simplest act of kindness

can lead to feelings that echo into forever.

 A young boy ran up to me in the bookstore and asked,

“Where’s the magic wand?”

I stared at his smiling face…not knowing how to respond.

His mother explained they were in around Christmas

and how her son by himself found our Elf…

(The elf we bring out at Christmas and hide upon our shelf.)

Whoever found the elf…it didn’t matter…day or night

got use of the magic wand that controls our hanging candle lights.

She said since that day all he talks about is magic…

how he never spoke of it before…

and how today he asked her if she would take him back to the magic store.

I remembered this little boy…he made quite an impression before he was gone…

He ran through the store saying Abracadabra as he turned our candles off and on.

I told him that wand holds only Christmas magic…

which is why we bring it out only once a year…

but if it was magic he was looking for…there’s a lot of it…right here.

I told him we had magic he could learn all by himself…

then I handed him a used magic book I knew was on our shelf.

I told him an old and great magician once handed this book to me…

saying if I find a young magician who’s worthy I’m to give it to him…for free.

He took the book…held it to his chest…thanked me…and off he went…

I have to say that’s probably the best six dollars I have ever spent.

As I closed our magic bookstore that evening…

I thought of that young boy and his new old magic book..

hoping someday he’ll learn the real secret to magic…

is knowing where to look.