Sunday, April 26, 2009
I have wished on dandelions, clock times, necklace clasps, flower petals, soda can tabs, shiny pennies, birthday cakes and eyelashes, and inside every plea sent out to the universe was the belief that what I already had wasn't worth much. The best wishes take an element of the present, add something sweet, and shape it into a shiny request. As a matter of fact, who needs wishes when in fact we each have a wand that with a tap can make our ordinaries sparkle. Sometimes I just get it. We are the painters and storytellers of our lives. It is dizzying, the power of it all.