The Sorting Song – a Sunday poem

In honour of my trip to Hogwarts, this Sunday’s poem is one of the songs of the sorting hat.

A thousand years or more ago
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

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Which house do you belong to?

I wonder which one would be into hypnosis?

A little touch of Magic

I spent an amazing day on the Harry Potter studio tour yesterday.

There were some kids there but to be honest it was mostly adults, and I got to thinking about why there were so many people all queuing up to see a little bit of Hogwarts.

I believe it was because we all need a little bit of magic in our lives.

We seek it in books.

We seek it in movies.

We seek in in religion.

We seek it in life.

We all want to believe in something ‘magical’.

As a hypnotist I see magical transformations in people every day, but I’d still give anything to have a wand that worked!

Hope you find a little bit of Magic today.

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