Sunday Scribble {8}

I was traveling last weekend and wasn't able to do the scribble number 7. This weeks topic is Three Wishes. Go here to read the poem that goes with the topic. Here is my scribble:


We use wish all the time. I wish the clouds would go away or I wish it would rain. I wish 5 o'clock would get here so I could leave this job of drudgery. I wish I had a mocha latte. I wish my headache would go away. I wish I had maid. You get the idea. Seems like we are always wishing for some kind of discomfort to go away or something to come to us to help ease our discomfort.

What if the fairy did come and said you may have three wishes? We start shaking in our shoes and tip toeing around our fears. Suddenly this means we must choose - and they must be really good big life altering wishes. Then we get fearful we are being greedy or selfish or that there is a catch to it all that means we may win the lottery but be hit by a bus the next day.

I pondered all of this yesterday. I cheated and even went to read some of the other entries. I'd rather just write my scribble and then see what others are doing - but yesterday I pondered. Actually, I was in a terrible funk. I've been off track since my trip to Texas but the biggest thing is that someone very close to me is sick and there is enough info to be very scared and not enough info to know what it is. As we wait for more tests and I try to stay positive I find myself falling into a funk. I'm having trouble blogging, doing my daily lumps, starting new creative projects, or just expressing because I feel all my fears lurking and clinging around me.

So it's been an interesting several days and then to ponder what my wishes would be I had to sift through all the fears. My wishes went from I wish for good health for my sick relative. I wish for rain in the drought stricken areas like where I live. I wish for sunshine in the rain soaked areas. I wish we could find out how the mice are getting in the ceiling. I wish for peace on earth and the end of suffering. On and on. With only three wishes - and my immediate worries looming so large and then such a world in need it all seems so daunting.

This morning, my cold is quite a bit better. I started thinking again -I must do the Sunday Scribble. Three wishes. I thought about the poem by Annette Wynne that goes with the topic. I thought about how if I was a little child and I heard that poem - off I'd be running wishes. I wish and wish and wish. I wouldn't be worrying about saving the whole world. I wouldn't have to think let that all go and go with the flow of your imagination. As I child I'd just play. And when I wore out one wish I'd replace it with another.

It got me thinking I wish I could use my imagination more for good than for imagining the worst. I wish we could have a joyous imagination revolution. One in which we each start imagining good things and that the world leaders could play with each other in harmony.

Then I started to think what if I approached it as if I was to pick three of the smallest wishes. Not big life altering ones. What if I wished for this cold to go away. I wished for a kind act to perform for some stranger. What if I wished just to be happy in this moment. Maybe if those small wishes were granted they could be just as life altering. Maybe if I didn't have the cold I would be out in public say at the grocery store. And a frazzled father with a gallon of milk is behind me in line. I could let him go ahead of me in line. What if that allowed him to get home a bit sooner and be able to catch his toddler just before he was about to tumble down the stairs. I'd like to think that if I was granted one small happy moment that it could be a spark that would light up more moments of happiness.

And my three wishes that bubble up to the surface this morning after pondering it all yesterday would be these:
To be content and accepting of what is. In other words to live in the present moment.
To be grateful - to experience each moment with appreciation and gratitude.
To give - to be kind to myself and to others.

But I won't deny my childlike imagination to play and change these wishes as my whim desires. To read other entries go to Sunday Scribblings