The wishing rocks were born from a beloved childhood memory of walking along the rocky Puget Sound beach with my grandmother. I was always picking up rocks, especially the ones with the little white stripes wrapped all the way around. My grandmother told me those ones were special “wishing rocks” and I should make a wish and throw them back in the ocean. Of course I pocketed most of them, spending hours pondering their special powers.To this day, I still find a connection to rocks of all kinds. They hold within them the history of the world, our world. They ground us, steady us and remind us to be present.