There are days I imagined the effort it took to dig and make the well, and how great the need of the villagers must have been to make it worth their while. I guess that's love for you. When your family needs water you dig a colossal trench in the ground with nothing more than shovels and then you line with hand-made bricks fired in a hand made kiln. I don't care what anyone says, or how many movies I see making the old days appear idyllic, those days were tough and the people were tougher. No wonder the wells became a place where we symbolise a willingness to give up coins for real good fortune, the kind that lessens heartache and brings real wellness.
The well had been there for generations, at one time it was the source of water for the village. Yet we are as modern here as anywhere, and so it became a place to make wishes, to let the heart leap as hearts must before we return to the toil of each day's duty.
At the wishing well we surrendered our money and asked for love, for health, for happiness, for everything that really mattered to our hearts.
The wishing well was where we made peace between ourselves and the divine universe. We promised to work hard and we wished for what our hearts wanted. Yet we knew that we were truly blessed every day in so many tiny ways, from the rising sun to the dewy grass, that it was only ever wishes. If they ever came true we were thankful, always thankful.
There are things in this world you can work for, plan for, put effort into. There are things you have to trust into the world of fate and chance, hoping that you have enough karma, that it suits the will of the divine universe, to bring what you long for. That's why we have the wishing well. We have it to keep our hopes alive, yet also to realise that some of the things our hearts yearn for the most come as cosmic gifts of sorts. We can do our best to create the right situation and circumstance for them to happen, yet ultimately it is the hand of God that makes it happen or not. And so, as I approach the wishing well, a two penny piece in hand, I make my wish.
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