The Wishing Stone
I have sat on the great stones on Bodmin Moor, watched a bull cross my vision.
I have stood in front of Stonehenge in wonder and walked among the stones at Avebury, trying to count them. People say it cannot be done for the number never comes out the same.
All are a wonder and I thank God that people have kept them in place for others to visit and feel the power.
I salute the many stones across the world, my heart heavy for those I cannot visit.
Yet there is one more precious to me, my fist-sized green stone with a circle of white quartz, known as a wishing stone.
It stands proudly on a shelf in my living room on a piece of white quartz…