It reminded me about when I was small. I had such certainty then about wishes I made while blowing Dandelion fluff into the wind. I knew, if every last white piece let go, I would without question get my wish.
As I’ve grown, I’ve learned that it’s in the intention more than the blowing. But the handshake with nature seals the deal. It can also clarify the wish. Just being amongst the ferns reminds me no problem is too big and no “next” moment is so important that the current one can’t be enjoyed.
As I walked by ferns, I thought about how delicate and yet how sturdy they are. It’s a good way to be, I suppose. Graceful and resilient. As I stared up at the tall evergreens reaching for the sky, I thought about that was also a great example of how to be in the world: grounded, rooted in the earth, yet reaching for the sky more and more each day.
And so back to the wish. I think about what wish I would make if I could definitely have it. No sooner do I think that than I remember that I can. I just need to clearly set my intention. And when I say clearly, I mean decide specifically and exactly what I want. I need to decide with the equal fervor I would need to blow off every wisp of Dandelion fluff.
That way, the Universe can see the wisps floating by and respond accordingly.