Wishing is often a crapshoot. It is misdirected intent. It is silly.
And yet it is fun and wondrous. So what can I say?!
Whether wishing on stars, birthday cake candles, or as I flip a penny into a pond, I’m going to keep wishing and wishing and wishing for the rest of my Life.
I love the freedom of wishes. How they are able to transform instantly, without making sense or needing to explain themselves.
I love the possibilities in wishing. Imagining that I can make Gracie small enough to fit in my pocket so I can take her with me wherever I go is a favourite wish I make.
Even if there is nothing whatsoever sensible about it, when I wish I wish BIG and wild. I wish with total BElief in my wish’s capacity to manifest itself.
I even wish without exactly naming what I am wishing for. BEcause I BElieve that wishes are less my planning and seeing than their own glorious deLIGHTs.
As I skid headlong and awkwardly into my 61st year, I am wishing for Hope.
I am wishing for the Hope of Peace, NOT merely on Earth and BEtween nations and people, but within every heart, mind, and BEing.
I am wishing for laughter and tears and a wave of smiles.
I love you, Currie