I’m the practical, pragmatic sort, and the idea of pursuing, much less experiencing, magic was totally foreign to me.
And then it happened, this serendipitous moment when I stepped into the elevator and saw you standing there, the only other passenger in the car.
It took me by surprise, this feeling that suddenly came over me, when I looked at you and watched your face shift from expressionless to a warm, demure smile as our eyes locked, and I knew that you were pure magic.
The audience was waiting in anticipation for the magic show to begin. They started to applaud when the curtains opened and the magician and his two beautiful assistants came marching out onto the stage.
For more than an hour, the magician, with the aid of his two beautiful assistants, had performed one amazing feat of magic after the other, and the people in the audience were in awe of his talent.
Finally, the magician thanked the people for coming to his show, took a bow, and then, and with a wave of his baton, his two beautiful assistants suddenly started to literally float several feet above the stage and disappeared into the wings on either side.
Everyone in the theater began to hoot, holler, and clap. They all stood to give the magnificent magician a standing ovation and began shouting for more. But by that time, the magician and his two beautiful assistants had left the stage with a flourish in a fantastical disappearing act.
An interesting question. In my book, there are three types of magic.
The first type is producing a desired effect or result through the use of incantations or various other techniques that presumably assure human control of supernatural agencies or the forces of nature. I absolutely do not believe in supernatural magic.
The second type is the art of producing illusions as entertainment by the use of sleight of hand, deceptive devices, etc. Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. This is practiced by entertainers calling themselves magicians, and I do enjoy watching the illusions skillful magicians can create. But I don’t believe that there’s anything supernatural about what they’re doing in their acts.
Finally, there is what I call emotional magic. I’ve personally experienced this kind of magic the night I met my future wife, the day we got married, the day my daughter was born, and the day my son was born.
And I also believe in…
magic in a young girl’s heart How the music can free her, whenever it starts And it’s magic, if the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie I’ll tell you about the magic, and it’ll free your soul But it’s like trying to tell a stranger ’bout rock and roll
I woke up this morning to find that my cat had coughed up a large hairball on our area rug in the family room. It’s not his fault. He’s a cat, and that’s what cats do.
So I went to the cabinet in the laundry room, pulled out my spray bottle of Resolve and, after removing the “solid” part of the hairball with a paper towel, I sprayed the dark stain remaining on the light gray rug. I waited three minutes for Resolve to do its magic and then took a sponge and blotted the spot. Viola! Stain gone. Problem resolved.