I don’t think anyone ever told me it was wrong, exactly, to spend my wishes on myself. I could want things, ask for them, covet them, even. But wishes were in another dimension.
The earliest thing I actually remember wishing for consistently was along the lines of “peace love and understanding”. That was adolescence, the 60s—wasn’t every sane person wishing for the same thing? Aren’t they still?
Even now I am cautious of wishing. But I can’t help wishing humans would consider the consequences of what we say and do, and take responsibility for what happens as a result. And I wish fervently that we would be better caretakers of the earth and all of its inhabitants.
And for myself, today? I pour another cup of coffee–
open wings, touch the sky–
all I need
When I was searching for this song I found more different versions of it on YouTube than any other song I’ve ever looked for. It obviously strikes a chord.
and of course, the original…