Wishin' and hopin'


My friend Lydia wrote in her blog today about taking a walk in the Hollywood Hills with her friend M. While walking they came upon a wishing tree. In Eastern culture, casting your wishes to the tree will bring you what your heart desires. I'm sure finding this treasure was unexpected; yet, wonderful to behold. She tells of how she read the wishes already tied up on the tree. They were selfless hopes and dreams. She dared not look upon her friend's wish card. Lydia compared this to telling someone what your wish was as you blew out the birthday candles on your cake. Taking a wish card and a pen from the tree, she made her wish. Making certain it was secure so it wouldn't blow off and find it's way out to sea via the storm drain. In her post she shares a website that allows anyone who goes there to cast a wish on the virtual wishing tree. I did so. So can you. I think in these economic, social and political hard times we can benefit from many beliefs ... and a little positive thinking never hurt anyone.

Comments

  1. The CDMMay 9, 2008 at 9:09 AM

    I think our current administration suffers from applying this method with our current econmic condition.

    So that's up in the Hills? I'd love to take a tour. It looks just too cool to pass up.

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  2. MarissaMay 9, 2008 at 9:16 AM

    Ha! You might very well be right. The picture I've posted is actually snagged from flikr. That's a genuine wishing tree in Japan.
    You can click the link to view the one Lydia spied in the Hollywood Hills.

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  3. The CDMMay 9, 2008 at 10:29 AM

    DOH! Okay, I'll just wait for a trip to Japan to roll along. Speaking of rolling, you're now rolling on the Complaints Department, hope you don't mind. Perhaps I should have asked first.

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  4. MarissaMay 9, 2008 at 5:53 PM

    No asking necessary. I'm honoured!

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  5. AnonymousMay 10, 2008 at 12:46 AM

    You are so sweet. Come for a walk with me in the hills and visit the wishing tree.

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  6. MarissaMay 10, 2008 at 5:40 AM

    I so would if I ever get out that way. Seriously. My best friend lives in Venice. One day it could very well happen, my friend.

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