I wished that I can know love....the kind a person grows old with. The kind that fills the heart with contentment and connection and an assurance that your partner is there for you and with you and you, with every good you can muster up, give it back without request.
Then I thought about life and it's brevity, death and it's mystery. I prayed; for my parents, my brother, my nieces and nephews, my family, my lover and his family, my friends and their families. I prayed that I could somehow be a consistent expression of love, kindness, and connection to them. I asked for help to love and care for them well. I asked that my hugs, kisses, and speech demonstrate my appreciation for them.
And then I, like some super hero with telepathic abilities, tried to squeeze out energy while holding thoughts of them and gave away good, happiness, love, laughter, peace, success and comfort .
And then I cried...cuz I'm a complete waterhead, mushy, sap!
I wished on a star and I hope wishes come true.
I said a prayer, and I hope it was heard and answered.
I released positive energy and hope it reached them and was felt.
Surely, one of these will stick. In the meantime, I'll do the leg work!
Happy Valentine's Day!!!
