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Talking to the wind
At precisely midnight, as the year surrendered the mantle of lucky '07 to claim its identity as great '0-eight, I was posted like a sentry, on my little deck, out under the stars... just as I was last year.
It's the time when I send sweet wishes up into the sky and across the world to people in distant places. I toast the goodness of life, and I call out hopes and dreams to the universe, with this little glow of belief inside of me that such supplications will fall onto a benevolent ear. And somehow, I actually do convince myself that the director of this big, undefinable confluence of life and death and joy and sorrow and laughter and tears will find the grace to grant me the fulfillment of one, maybe two little human desires. And suddenly, life seems to be full of endless possibilities.
Perhaps I'll find myself in a corner of the world never before darkened by this particular human shadow. I think of that... something so simplistic, then realize that the entire world could change on just that occasion. I mean, yes I will see the world, but the world will also see Val, and whatever value I bring to this planet. Maybe I'll just share a laugh with a stranger, or maybe I'll tell some starving street artist to keep with his vision, or maybe I'll dance on a beach after midnight to the sound of the ocean breaking on shore... There is value even in these things, right? And thus, the world alters and adjusts and changes. Stars realign. Sands shift. The globe spins at a slightly different angle. The very rhythm of life changes tempo just a tiny bit....
To get me going, I received a special Christmas gift: a set of pink luggage. And all because I wrote (in my very first entry on here) about that memorable pink suitcase recalled from all those years ago. And so it is: A dream was sent out into space, and the wish was fulfilled.
Real.
Solid.
Substantial.
Standing right this very minute in the corner of my bedroom.... embodied in a luscious pink suitcase and matching carry-on.
Ask. Believe. Travel to the limits of your dreams. The cost of expectation is merely dogged human hopefulness....
May you all thrive and find fulfillment in this great new year.....
It's the time when I send sweet wishes up into the sky and across the world to people in distant places. I toast the goodness of life, and I call out hopes and dreams to the universe, with this little glow of belief inside of me that such supplications will fall onto a benevolent ear. And somehow, I actually do convince myself that the director of this big, undefinable confluence of life and death and joy and sorrow and laughter and tears will find the grace to grant me the fulfillment of one, maybe two little human desires. And suddenly, life seems to be full of endless possibilities.
Perhaps I'll find myself in a corner of the world never before darkened by this particular human shadow. I think of that... something so simplistic, then realize that the entire world could change on just that occasion. I mean, yes I will see the world, but the world will also see Val, and whatever value I bring to this planet. Maybe I'll just share a laugh with a stranger, or maybe I'll tell some starving street artist to keep with his vision, or maybe I'll dance on a beach after midnight to the sound of the ocean breaking on shore... There is value even in these things, right? And thus, the world alters and adjusts and changes. Stars realign. Sands shift. The globe spins at a slightly different angle. The very rhythm of life changes tempo just a tiny bit....
To get me going, I received a special Christmas gift: a set of pink luggage. And all because I wrote (in my very first entry on here) about that memorable pink suitcase recalled from all those years ago. And so it is: A dream was sent out into space, and the wish was fulfilled.
Real.
Solid.
Substantial.
Standing right this very minute in the corner of my bedroom.... embodied in a luscious pink suitcase and matching carry-on.
Ask. Believe. Travel to the limits of your dreams. The cost of expectation is merely dogged human hopefulness....
May you all thrive and find fulfillment in this great new year.....
posted by Valerie Neff Newitt at
8:31 PM
2 Comments:
You go, girl!!! Pink luggage is the perfect gift for 2008!!
Seeing is believing!!!
I raise my glass (belatedly) to dreams coming true and our deepest wishes fulfilled.
All is possible in the universe. We know mountains can be moved!!
Keep up the great work, Val. Love the descriptions and the imagery!!
Val, you have the way of a romance novelist about you.
I bet you'd write a heckuva one.
Made me feel like I'd had a glass of wine.
Thanks.
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