Wishing Stones
March 2nd, 2007 by 
dani
As a little girl, barefoot and wild, with pine needles caught in my mane, finding a wishing stone was tantamount to unearthing buried treasure. For those who may have been deprived of these pleasures, a wishing stone is any kind of rock that has one or several unbroken rings encircling it, but most importantly, each ring entitles its holder to a wish. Squeezing it tightly in my palm, I would close my eyes and whisper my heart’s desire to the stone, empowering it to work its invisible magic. Part of the ritual would then be to throw it as far away as possible, preferably into a body of water so that its ricochets would form expanding rings on the surface, mimicking its own.
While I recognize how very lucky I am today, sometimes, there just aren’t enough wishing stones in our lives. So, to thank each and every one of you for everything that you have given me through this blog, I want to give you here the magic of a wish with this stone. Take it and whisper your heart’s desire to it in the form of a comment. Who knows? We all could use a little magic.
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March 3rd, 2007 at 10:04 am
Okay, I’ll go first. I always wish for the same thing (regardless of whether it’s over birthday candles, in front of a fountain filled with pennies or under a falling star): for the health, safety and happiness of my family.
March 3rd, 2007 at 3:11 pm
I never heard the story about the wishing stones - although it’s not that different from tossing small coins in a fountain and making a wish - and I’ve done that in fountains (and currencies) all over the world! As for wishes, I’ve always been told that if you say it out loud, it won’t come true.
Another superstition.
March 3rd, 2007 at 3:46 pm
I have always heard of wishing stones, but have never heard the story behind them. Now I want to find my rock collection and see if any have rings.
I wish for many things, but since today I wait tables for 8 hours, I wish the hours to go by fast, with lots of business and interesting people to talk to!!
Great post!
March 3rd, 2007 at 4:00 pm
Yes, I have that not saying it out loud superstition, too. Okay, so you don’t have to write your wish if you don’t want to, but you can make a silent one. I just thought it would be fun to hear what different people wish for–like world peace or fitting into that slinky pair of jeans, or the ability to play the piano blindfolded, or…
March 3rd, 2007 at 4:10 pm
Gee, I should have signed this “Best wishes.”
March 3rd, 2007 at 6:35 pm
I always thought some rocks were lucky… they just looked like they were!
Thank you for the wishing stone- and whispering my heart’s desire right now…
March 3rd, 2007 at 7:29 pm
Speaking of rocks, when we found property that we wanted to buy to build a new home on, I picked up several rocks off of the property and brought them home, and placed them next to our little stone water fountain.
Needless to say, we got the property, and for the price within our budget.
I believe in visualization. It’s amazing what we can achieve when we simply see ourselves doing it!
By the way, I love rocks, and trees, too.
March 3rd, 2007 at 8:21 pm
Meg,
That makes me think of an Indonesian friend of mine who beleives that when you move from one place to another, you should take samples of the earth from North, South, East and West to sprinkle in your new garden, bringing the good things from your past life with you. She also has special tricks for warding off rainstorms…
March 4th, 2007 at 12:26 am
Thank you for my wish of world peace
There, I said it out loud. LOL
March 4th, 2007 at 5:18 am
I used to collect rocks just like the one in your picture! I think I knew, as a kid, that they were lucky, but I had forgotten until now. Can’t wait to tell my son and go ona rock hunt! Thanks for the wish! Keeping mine quiet (superstitous, you know)!
March 4th, 2007 at 10:21 am
I am superstitious about saying my wishes out loud
But here goes:
I wish for more nights of champagne with a good friend!!!
Okay, if this comes true, I’ll say all my wishes out loud.
March 4th, 2007 at 6:18 pm
LOL! I did wish for something. But can’t tell you what!
March 4th, 2007 at 8:59 pm
To this day my Grandma saves the wishbones for my sister and we wish away when ever we are in town for a visit!
Beautiful story.
March 5th, 2007 at 3:05 am
Great Story! My wish . . . .Hmmm . . . I really do need a good night’s sleep tonight -
Your post reminded me that I have a stone (well, it’s more like a good sized rock) with a white ring around it. I found it on a hike years ago and have hung on to it - now I know why! I wonder what I’ll wish with it?
(It’s my first time posting to Sunday Scribbles - enjoying the variety of posts)
March 6th, 2007 at 4:53 am
What a beautifully written entry! I wish joy and happiness to all the Sunday Scribblers!
March 6th, 2007 at 2:43 pm
Nice essay. I too love stones. I have some from India that a friend brought to me. He thought I was a little crazy for asking!
March 13th, 2007 at 4:26 am
Great story, and thanks for the wishing stone! I’m going to save mine up.