I want, she says.
I want to be on a beach in Nicaragua
to be hiking the West Coast Trail of BC
my home renovations to be finished
all my bills to be paid
to be more patient
to apologize less
to have more time.
I want, she says,
to be a better lover
to wake up earlier, always
to be able to do side-crow pose effortlessly
to learn how to put on makeup properly
to be less afraid
to qualify for the Boston Marathon
to write a book
to be a better mother, the best ever mother
to have the years back that I drank away.
And then she lets the wind sweep away the unrealistic wants
the magical, traveling time sort of wants;
and when her moment of being a greedy human passes,
she stretches her arms to the sky and tilts her head to the sun.
I have, she says.
I have everything I need.
And she sets about doing the work that needs to be done.
She sets free the regrets that cannot be changed.
She puts into action the dreams that can be manifested, one inch at a time.
She sends silent “thank-you’s” out into the Universe with every step.
She remembers what grace is.
Author: Keeley Milne
Editor: Alli Sarazen
Photo: Author’s Own.