Tonight the Persieds are beginning. I went out with blanket on the drive. But the clouds are moving in. It's been a lonely night and there is still some sticky stuff all over my belly. I've had too much to drink. It's a cool summer evening. I'm hoping, wishing to see.
And I did see one! A meteor. A falling star. And there upon I wished.
I wish for the life of which I've dreamed. Not some far-out fantasy, just the real thing.
I wish to face the darkness I dread.
I wish to be not the jerk I sometimes act like.
I wish for the me that longs to be.
All right. A bit dreamy, I know. But I've had too much to drink, it's late, and I'm in a wishing mood.
To quote Hammarskjöld: For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, Yes!
Okay. I'll go to bed now.
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8 comments:
Interesting. I've opened this blog to check if you're OK and found this: "there is still some sticky stuff all over my belly. I've had too much to drink".
I think you're OK.
Your post reminded me of the song "Waiting for a Star to Fall" (Boy Meets Girl) from the late 80's.
... and of course the Disney theme which was the soundtrack of my youth: "...makes no difference *who* you are...your dreams come true."
HUGS!
That would have been so cool to watch! The falling star and making sticky stuff!
I was lucky enough to see a shooting star once when I was a kid. I've never had the good fortune to see another. I'm glad you got to see one.
Nice wishes. Sticky stuff, does that attract meteors? I'm in big trouble if it does . . . .
Time by yourself is like a door opening between you and the universe that brought you into being.
Glad to hear that you enjoyed the time.
One of the things that I think is interesting is that one of the first nation tribes used to think of meterors not as something coming down to earth, but as the souls of the deceased going up to heaven.
Hopefully, you can see your hopes and dreams going to heaven and the blessings returning back to you!
Peace to you!
Look like you had a one-man busy night after all. :) Hope that all is well.
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