Wands and Walking
I found it at a time when I was having a very contemplative walk on a crisp late November day. Looking at it will help bring the intensity of thought that walk gave me.
I take symbols as reminders of what we hold inside, what we’re capable of seeing, if we think differently, while considering what a symbol stands for.
My wand is made if Hornbeam tree. It’s from the Arnold
Arboretum, near the Walter St/ Revolutionary Era gravestones on your way up to Peters Hill. I love my wand.