The Magic Wand

Seek and ye shall find.

Look for persecution, and you shall find it wherever you look. You may see little else.

Look for beauty, and you will see it wherever you look. There will be little else to see.

You are surrounded by whatever angle of the kaleidoscope you turn. The view is the viewer’s. You can convince yourself of anything. You can give tribute to anything.

There is exquisite beauty and bravery. They exist. There is ugliness and cowardice. There is sidewalk under your feet, and there is sky above. What are you looking at, and what do you make indelible? Where are you looking from, and what are you looking for?

A baby gives happiness. A baby also requires attention. Life itself requires attention, and yet where does your attention go? Shuffle your feet and glower, or have a spring in your step and smile. What role do you play today? Which turn of the kaleidoscope do you whirl today?

You turn the wheel of your life. You are the camera man. You take the pictures. You use a zoom lens or a telescopic lens. You take the same pictures again and again.

Even in the Garden of Eden, you had choices, and you made them. Your choices count.

When you go to a restaurant, you choose that on the menu you wish to eat. You cannot choose everything on the menu. You make choices. You choose what you prefer. You don’t order what you don’t like so you can complain. You order something you like.

The grisly side of relative life exists. It doesn’t require magnification. You don’t have to emphasize it.

Even weeds serve a purpose. You can love the existence of weeds even as you pull them. You can love the rain and the shine. If you don’t like the rain, you can stay out of it. What is so hard about that?

You can be the lucky penny that finds itself.

You can be the magic wand that waves itself around and discovers treasure. Surely you would not look for woe with your wand. Of course, you can if you choose. You have. Now look in the direction of the sun, and know that the light before you is good, is as good as rain.

Seek good fortune by the bushel.

You can look for clues in the right places.

Sherlock Holmes sought crimes in order to solve them. He found the crimes, and he found the culprits.

Be you a detective of love and beauty. You can find whatever you look for. I do not say that you will find only what you look for, but the bulk of what you look for will be the bulk of what you find.

You cannot focus on trouble and be happy. You do not have to be blind, nor do you need to be triumphant when you find irregularities in life. Aha, here is a weed. Aha, here is insolence. Aha, here is what should not be allowed .

Seek beauty, and you shall discover it. You do not have to seek the dowdy. Let it exist, yet you are a hunter and discoverer of beauty and love. Use your magnifying glass on that which you want more of.

There has been enough trouble in the world. Trouble has already been proved. You do not need more proof of it. Then, why would you look for more evidence of trouble? Why would you pounce on it? Why would you report it and make headlines of it and say, “Tut, tut?”

Look out your window and see red cardinals.

Seek the beauty of yourself, and emblazon your beauty on every forehead and every heart. You are the light of the world.