Wishes
I have always been enchanted with the magical and mythical. From unicorns and fairies to mythology and astrology to fate and serendipity. This past week however, I've been thinking of wishes. The last few nights, as I have been leaving work, I have looked up at the clear evening sky and seen the first evening star shining ever so brightly just above the mountain shadows, slightly offset below the waxing gibbous moon, and I couldn't help but be reminded of the nursery rhyme (and what some may say superstition of hoping for wishes granted) to make a wish on the first star of the night. Star light, star bright, The first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight When one thinks of wishes, falling stars or birthday candles come to mind. Anything from throwing a penny into a fountain or plucking petals one by one from a flower or blowing dandelion seeds into the air, we have all felt inspired to make a wish, to whisper our secret...