I want to believe that wishes come true despite the skeptics. Wishing, in fact, is exactly what many of us do and have done for centuries on our birthdays. The tradition might have started with the ancient Greeks who prayed to a mythical moon goddess over round-shaped cakes topped with lit candles. They hoped, it is said, that when blown out, the rising smoke would keep evil spirits away. Whatever helps, eh?
As time when on, it evolved into a personal wish ... just one ... not three like in Aladdin's story. It's a tough choice. What should it be? My mom would have said health. The more altruistic would say world peace. The one living in the moment might say winning great gobs of cash or a coveted job. Whatever it is, it must be kept secret. That is the bargain we make with the universe we hope will manifest our desires.
Not wanting to break any spells, I won't reveal the one wish I made last week when I forgot it was my birthday. A box of chocolates and tiny cake left on the table for me to find in the morning was my first clue. Should I have wished for a better memory?
In the evening, more desserts (above) arrived unexpectedly. I am always grateful for sweet surprises and memorialized the moment as well as others. Below are photos from my recent walks amid a typical West Coast mix of cloud, sun and drizzle.
|Still the kid I used to be|
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