Make a wish

Close your eyes.  Make a wish.

There is a chance that this wish will give you hope, if not anything else.

It could just give you something to hold on to when you feel like slipping.

I'm not talking about the kind of wish that you would make when you blow out your birthday candles.

It's not the kid of wish that allows your childhood dream of a new bicycle.

This is the kind of wish that only has to do with matters of the heart.  

It deals exclusively with things you can feel.

There is a special kind of wish that I would like to make.

Maybe it's more of a prayer.

A hope for something to hold on to. 

A wish for a soft blanket to be swaddled in.

A safe place.

Read

A dear dear friend recently surprised me with a couple of books.  Now, getting any mail that doesn't require fetching your chequebook is already a bonus.  Getting a piece of escape pie in the post is an absolute treat.  

One of the books included in my lucky packet was "Great with Child : letters to a young mother" by Beth Ann Fennelly.  Not only is the cover beautiful (packaging always gets me), but these letters felt so personal.  It is as if they were written for me.  The emotion is so real and honest.  And, somehow the telling of simple daily happenings feels like advice from a friend or a mother.  Someone you can trust. 

I cannot wait for the next friend to find out that they are with blessed bump.  As this book will be my go-to gift from now on.  

Make love

Its the weekend!  Well, Friday at least.  Yeah!  This weekend I plan to sleep late, have breakfast at a new bakery, relax and generally be useless.  And, I will try to follow the above advice.  It seems that, more often than not, being kind gets you the same response in return.  And who wouldn't mind getting smiled at every now and again?

Have a delicious weekend.  Make love.

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Paper hats

Am I the only person who can hear the wrapping paper?   I can almost smell the gravy, being built out of 4 hours of juice delivering cooking time.  In fact, I think I will dig out my paper crown, just to make sure that it still fits.  

Christmas could be my favourite time of the year.  I harbour no fear for the festive season weight gain.  I welcome it.  No, I do not want to be fat.  But I feel that, in this special time with family and friends, you get to stock up on all the good feelings you will need to get you through the new year.

Here we are.  August.  So close and yet......do you think people would think I was strange if I started to assemble my Christmas tree.  I suppose so.  Maybe I will just fetch it from storage.  And dust it off.  

I long to feel that magical feeling.  24 hours a day.  Its too late for Christmas in July.  But I suppose it's never to early to start making a list........

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