This is the wishing well at my doctor’s office. Every time I leave the office I throw in a quarter and make a wish. I realize that it’s a fountain but I no longer see it that way. It’s now my ticket to good fortune.
Why a quarter, you ask? Why not a penny or a nickel or a dime? Frankly, I think my wishes are worth a quarter. I would be giving it less than my all to put in a lesser coin. And I don’t want to insult the wishing well.
The other day I was holding my quarter trying to decide what to wish for. My first thought was world peace, because that’s the thing I would most like to have happen. But this isn’t a very big wishing well and I didn’t think it could handle a request like that so I decided to think some more. At this point I felt obligated to review what my nearest and dearest needed. I’m not sure my wishes are strong enough to affect something major but every now and then there is an immediate situation going on and I throw my wish into the mix. But this day I decided that most friends were doing okay and I could keep the wish for myself.
That left many possibilities. I could wish for more money or more business or less stress or more creativity. If I didn’t want to go the more or less route I could wish for chickens or a new friend or to lose weight (although that usually requires some cooperation on my part and I wasn’t sure I was up to that). A friend I once knew said that people could have their wishes if they’d just wish for the same thing every day for a month. That’s a lot of commitment but I was willing to consider it.
At that point I was overwhelmed. I threw the quarter in and asked for guidance and spent the rest of the day choosing a wish that would hold up for a month.
Don’t you wish you knew what it was?
This is a poem my father wrote.
Many things are not for me like horoscopes and E.S.P. Contact with the long since dead leave me cold and filled with dread. Fortune tellers, crystal balls, sticking pins in little dolls? My logic tells me what I need, my intellect is all I heed. Tea leaves are for making tea, the tales they tell are not for me. But one thing that can sure foretell is very real, the wishing well. I’ve tested them from Rome to Spain. I know they know, I can’t explain. I believe in science to be sure, but when it comes to next new year, the year ahead it will foretell, that thing of truth, the wishing well. So save your pennies and you’ll find out what your life is all about. On wishing wells you can rely, they tell the truth, don’t pass them by. My logic has a funny quirk but wishing wells, they really work.
Sun, Apr 4, 2010
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