I come from a long line of worriers. My grandpa was a worrier, who sat by the kitchen window and worried most of the time. He worried so much, in fact, that he often had a worry stone on the table that he would rub with his thumb. I'm not sure if it eased his anxieties, but at our wits end, we will try anything to heal.
I know that worry is in the mind. Worry is fear of something that may happen in the future. It robs us of the present. Native Americans must have known this long ago, as Native Americans were known to keep stones in sacred bundles, and the stones were believed to hold the power to heal. These stones were passed to each generation as a link to their ancestors. They were also rubbed between fingers to cast away worries.
In the story The Worry Stone, by Marianna Dengler, an elderly woman tells her grandfather's story of worry stones being the tears of Tokatu, a woman whose husband has died immediately after their marriage. Death is described as being taken away by the Wind of Time. Grandfather says that whoever finds a worry stone will be comforted, no matter what troubles they have. The worry stone helps Amanda resolve her grief when Grandfather dies.
Kaarina Dillabough, a bussiness/life coach in Ontario, tells of another legend that says, if you pick up a stone along the way of your travels, put all of your worries, fears, sadness or negative thoughts into the stone, and place it down again somewhere en route, you would leave all your troubles behind. Unsure where the legend is from, she, herself, puts her worries into the stones she finds on her walks, and believes Mother Earth has a unique way of absorbing and refreshing the stone, such that it harms no one, and is given a “new life” itself; sorrow free…like herself.
It might need to be a big stone.