You know, I have a wand. Seriously! I want one for symbolic reasons, not because I think it actually holds Harry Potter-style magical powers; more just contains the magic or spirit that every Thing has, according to my pantheistic beliefs.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.