My mother buys a handful of wishing beans, which just....

“ My mother buys a handful of wishing beans, which just seem to be white, dry beans with no specific magickal import. She will parse these out over the months when she feels her family members most need a wish. She can believe in wishes, since it is the familiar magic of wells, birthdays, and first stars. ”

Thomm Quackenbush

From : Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft