I am so grateful for this day.
I am still tingling from the experience of making my Stonehenge wand this weekend. Here’s the story: I got to enter Stonehenge in September and spend an hour inside the stones. This is before the site opens in the morning, and only about 20 people enter at a time. The hour was quite amazing, as I’m sure you can imagine.
We were asked not to touch the stones, because the rare lichen that grows on the stones gets harmed by something that gets transferred from human hands. You can see that the lichen is all over the stones from my head height and up, and that they’re bare within easy reach.
I did find a handful of lichen on the ground, as well as fluff from the ravens’ nests (ravens live inside the circle). And I found a forked stick.
Yesterday, I got together with a friend who is a wonderful artist. She helped me make my wand. We attached the short two-pronged stick to a longer redwood twig with glue and waxed linen. And I jammed the lichen and fluff into the notch, glued it, sewed it, and wrapped with with thread.
It’s a beautiful wand, and feels quite sacred to me. I am so grateful for the experience, the idea, and the execution.
Humbled. Grateful. Lucky.