I am frozen with uncertainty not knowing which way to move, forward or backwards, to the left or to the right, in a song with no lyrics. Fear, suspicions and doubt rob my harmony. I breathe deep, then deeper, and then I breathe again. I follow the soft flow of my breath as I inhale and exhale noticing the steady rhythm that calms me. It is there in this perfect exchange of give and take that life reminds me to give out exactly what I wish to take in. If I proceed with hostility, judgment and resentment then it is hostility, judgment and resentment that will find me. If I proceed with love, trust, and gratitude then it is love, trust and gratitude that will find me. Therefore, I write the lyrics to the song I wish to sing. I create the harmony and rhythm in my life and I precede giving out exactly what I seek to take in. Like the perfect breath that sustains you, I wish for you the song you wish to sing.

There are many complementing me, like a rich vine of wisteria climbing the bark of a spruce. And then, there are the few bold and pronounced that come marking their presence by making a difference; influencing my decisions, challenging my thoughts, affecting the direction of my course. With them, I am left to ponder the profound notion that they came for a reason, that it was all meant to be, a spiritual harmony so beautiful in sound I cannot deny its music. You have come to my life making a difference, composing our amity with spiritual notes. I dare, I open, and I accept it as truth that was meant to be. Therefore, I accept that you have been here from my beginning and you will be with me in my eternity. You are in my tear drops and in my trembling hands, you are in my laughter and my arms when I hold those I love. You are in the spirit that nourishes my soul. For you, I wish to make a difference.

For You, I Wish the Courage to Breathe, Believe and Recieve
I hid in her shadow safe to participate unnoticed while devouring the wisdom I so desperately craved. Remaining child, protégé, I avoided expectations and accountability. Then, one day, the sun changed course and the silhouette that protected me faded before my eyes. I chased her tripping over insecurities frighten by realizations I was not ready to accept when the delicate voice of another spoke, "Breathe, believe, receive." An epiphany woke me from personal slumber as I repeated,” breathe, believe, receive.” Breathe, I can do that, slow the breath to allow the scope of my eyes to widen, my mind to calm. But now to believe; do I dare strip the coat of self doubt from my armor that allows me to remain complacent? I breathe again, this time feeling a wind of love and encouragement so strong against my back I begin to believe. Yes, I can breathe and believe but am I able to receive. I turn to the sun that betrayed me feeling its warmth on my face appreciating its call for self growth. And once more, I breathe, I believe and I begin a new day open to receive. For you, I wish the courage to breathe, believe and receive all that you are meant to be.

I wish I could explain loneliness and why we feel anxiety, give you an answer for why we lash out at those we love and why we feel hurt sometimes. I wish I had an answer for why we can see our lives are full but we still have bouts of emptiness and why we can feel lonely in a room full of people. I wish I could make it all better before it even starts to hurt, but I can’t. So I wish for you to know that feelings of failure and inadequacy are part of the walk. I wish for you to know you are more like everyone else than you know. Your thoughts, your fears, your realizations are all okay. I wish for you to see how beautiful you are and realize your value lies within your heart. And in time, it will be your heart that shows you all I wish for you. This is your walk and I wish for you to know I am always walking with you. For you, I wish a beautiful walk.

I watched him from afar, taken by his grace and beauty. He appeared unaffected by my presence and continued as if putting on a show for all that would be his audience. He did not fly, he soared, he dove and he guided unquestionablely aware of his gorgeous surroundings. I envied him so free floating through the sky as gravity held me steadfast to the ground. I cannot tell you what species of bird he was just that he was mesmerizing to watch. I tried to imagine the world through his eyes, watching it all from afar. I wondered what I could gain with the opportunity to view my world from a far. Here I stood, feet to the ground engrossed in my life, caught up in my personal injuries, held captive by my viewpoint… I ventured and flew high above the trees leaving self thought behind. Now I can see my immediate world and those who share it. I see their lives and how I fit into them. I watch them interact; I bear witness to their fears and joys. I experience their anxieties and triumphs… I fly yet higher with the birds above the town, no fences separate, no walls divide, one man’s yard unites to another. I can see buildings of worship and government but I am too high above to recognize exclusion. The world is big. Man moves but I cannot see prejudice, or hatred… I dare fly higher to the Milky Way and the world below me becomes a magnificent blend of beautiful color, blues and greens, whites and browns. The air is thin but clean and crisp. I begin to question a different purpose and appreciation, not just for my existence, but for all that breathe the air below me. I better understand I am one in the world and the world is one… I dare not fly higher for I am not prepared to conceive what it offers… I float. I soar from this view from afar, now saturated and satisfied with my new interpretations of our vast world and all who inhabit it. For you, I wish a bird’s eye view.

You wilt like a flower, fold to the floor. I offer you my arms to hold, my shoulders to lean against. I hear you think. See you from miles away. Your guests have left your party but I remain. You laugh and I laugh, you hurt and I hurt. You falter but I see reason, you blunder but I see growth. And you know what is meant by “we are not born with all of our sisters.” I wilt like a flower, fold to the floor. You offer me your arms to hold, your shoulders to lean against. You hear me think. You see me from miles away. My guests have left my party but you remain. I laugh, you laugh, I hurt and you hurt. I falter but you see reason, I blunder but you see growth. And I know what is meant by “we are not born with all of our sisters.” We grew with different walls, walked different halls but we found each other along the way; a best friend worthy of family, a best friend simply worthy. Find comfort in my trust, release your anxiety to my loyalty. If you hunger I will feed you, if you fall ill I will nurse you. My home is your home, my family your family. You are the keeper of my secrets and I of yours. A sister, a hand to pull you up when you fall, a hand to shelter you as you grow old, a hand always there to hold…We found each other along the way and to the end we will walk. Now we know what is meant by “we are not born with all of our sisters.” I wish for you what is meant to be a sister. I wish for you, my sister, to call me sister.

Today's Wish quote

For You, I Wish Self Love
It patiently awaits you like spring yearning to birth through a winter’s frost. It has always been there and always will be. The fortunate will discover it quickly but others may resist it feeling undeserving, some may go a lifetime in absence of its glory. Nevertheless, it is there within us all. A time, a moment, when we simply let go and love ourselves. We forgive our faults, accept our limitations and stop looking for inadequacies within. A realization that makes self doubt appear uninteresting, almost indulgent as we recognize we are worthy of the same respect we give others. This moment may come to you in beauty like a morning bird waking the forest with song. Yet, it may come in thunder when you desperately need love and the only one capable of delivering it is you. Allow the moment, know it is waiting. No matter how long or harsh the winter blows spring always appears. Believe that within you, no matter how harsh your self-doubt, lies a spring of self love yearning to birth. For you, I wish self love.