Hocus Pocus Diddly Do

I built a fire last night.  I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like a fire and having one more before summer’s heat makes it impossible to curse the cold.  Fire is one of the kindest conceptions of all time and putting it in trees is a magic trick of the Divine realm.  It is far easier to believe that something so kind and good would require a star-tipped wand or a “hocus pocus diddly do” than to think one needs only a tree.  That a tree can suddenly transform itself into fire is like a bird suddenly becoming a fish or a man suddenly become Superman, makes sense in fairy tales and comic books but not in our progressive minds.  My world at this moment is filled with a glittering river, green tinging mountains, blue sky, and a pure white flock of floating pelicans—the show never ends for those that have eyes to see the magic.