This conjuring, little ferret and its panicked parent remind me of the Disney animation "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" in Fantasia. I can just imagine coming home and finding my young grandsons playing with my power tools - I would have the same reaction. They don't have any sense of caution, knowledge or ability to use such tools. I get it though; I have things I would like to be accomplished in too without all the effort. But it takes that four letter word to get there: T-I-M-E. There are things I have to learn, techniques to practice, books to study and teachers to learn from. Still I dream of having a magic wand...
From the Nature's Wisdom deck comes "Feather:"
It seems so strange to imagine that some dinosaurs had feathers. Of course they weren't used for flying, but were likely a tool for thermoregulation, attraction of mates, or camouflage. Yet somewhere along the evolutionary line, feathers also became a tool of flight. Again there is the emphasis of progress being made over a period of time and in stages. Unless I want to end up like Icarus, whose man-made wings failed because he ignored instructions, I might as well settle in for lessons and stop looking for the wizard's hat and wand.

