Wishcasting Wednesday

from jamie’s post

What do you wish to become?

A kind and gentle person, with a sane mind and open heart. Wholehearted and of benefit to others.

An example of health. Well-fed, well-rested, well cared for and loved, gentle and kind and wise and strong in all things, balanced.

A certified yoga and meditation instructor. These practices have offered me so much, helped and healed me, made me strong and sane, and I would like to be able to share them.

A published author. I’m finally starting to appreciate the wisdom of this not happening for me sooner. I’m so much clearer about what it would mean now–it’s a way in/out, a window, a door, a vehicle, auspicious and shared moments on the path of embodying and manifesting basic goodness.

A person who makes a living from what I’m loving. With no concern for a work/life balance because it’s all just life, it’s workable and enables me to earn what I need and give what I need.

An inspiration and support to others attempting to embody and manifest their basic goodness, an example of what a fully realized, healthy and sane, fearless life looks like. With a brave and open heart, changing things for the better, easing suffering in the world. Completely aware that I am enough and I have enough, life utterly simplified, distilled down to only that which is essential.

A beacon of ease and joy, radiating sanity and comfort, altering the energy of space, softening the environment, shifting the experience of those I encounter to one of peaceful abiding, calm awareness, no matter what the circumstances.

To at all times be the opposite of a shit storm, and instead be a joy bomb, a three ring happy fest, a gentle frenzy of compassion, a one person flash mob of love.

from Jamie’s post

What is your heart’s wish?

With every beat my heart wishes to experience and manifest more love, but besides more love, its wish is: to write a book, many books, to string words together like prayer flags or mala beads, to live the life of a writer, quiet and solitude and reading and long walks and up early and dogs at my side or curled up at my feet, and thinking and dreaming and imagining, and having long conversations about how and why, and love, love, love, and the tenderhearted wise sadness of being present and of knowing how love goes and how things are and how this works, and grief and letting go and surrender, and friendship, and moving not the way fear makes me move but the way love makes me move, and allowing my “soft animal body to love what it loves,” and meditation and rumination and contemplation, step by step and word by word, being still and listening with my whole heart, being curious and gentle, saying only what is true and helpful and kind, being fearless in that way that gives a gift of the same to others so that they too can notice and manifest their basic goodness, to wholeheartedly live a full life and write about it…this is my heart’s wish.

My heart also wishes for flight, and no matter how often or carefully I explain the laws of physics and the impossibility of a wingless lump of muscle and blood floating on the air, it insists and continues to dream that it will one day wake with wings and fly away. It says that hope is not the thing with feathers at all, love is, and that its capacity for love will be the magic that makes it soar, that unhinges it from this mortal, ground-bound body. And I must admit, kind and gentle reader, sometimes I get caught up in the fire of its faith and find myself almost believing it.