The birch I cut should lead to another Magic Wand. I loved the birch and it had some emotional meaning. I saved a little immature branch, because when you sanded the white ones, the finish was ruined. I'm thinking wound copper spiral and embedded baby tooth this time.
Here's the first one I did:
It's from the tip of our Christmas tree from a couple of years ago.
Sanded and varnished for magical look and feel.
Dot of my blood permanently on the business end.
A piece of sea glass from the beach Crail, Scotland - the wand is bored through in order to capture sunlight.
All in all when you point this you're really pointing something.
Look for the birch one eventually.
And lastly, don't worry, I don't believe in magic; Penn Jillette has killed believing in anything for me. Ecch- it's like Camus.