A number of years ago I would stop at the park each morning before heading to work on the farm. I usually went to a particular area and would stand on the same spot. Here I would play some music, dance around and such. This was a very clean park. Rarely any downed branches, leaves or anything laying around. One day I pulled in and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Straight ahead was the most perfect stick leaning up against a tree. It was practically glowing. I knew it was so nicely displayed for me and this would be my magical staff. I walked over in deep gratitude and snatched it up with relish!