The Power of a Well Wish

Have you ever felt the power of a well wish? I was standing in the kitchen cooking on a Sunday morning recently, when Bill Withers wished me good times, blessings, kindness, freedom, and sunlight through the clouds and loud laughs. I didn’t know I needed those well wishes. I hadn’t acknowledged that a part of me had grown dull and despondent-hesitant to even wish. I cried at this realization. I cried for myself.

Our days have been bogged down with world tragedy, harmful rhetoric, sad news, devastating loss and broken bonds with loved ones, and dodging the fast paced world of social media and come ups and icky rat race stuff. But there was a light waiting for me. A wish for me-not to me, but for me. Something I wanted. Something I needed. And grabbed it. It was like catching a butterfly. And it made me feel seen and it made me grow tall. I thanked Bill for the truckloads of cheer. I said thank you to the Creator and thank you to myself for receiving it. Suddenly, I could dream (like catching a breath) and see a little further up ahead.

If you are reading this, I offer you peace. You are amazing. I wish you goodness and lighthearted days. I wish you sweet times with people who respond to you and see you. I wish you love and big light! I wish you good meals and long talks with therapists. I wish you higher salaries and big breaks. I wish you a life of realized potential. I wish you have wonderful health and wealth. I wish you peace. I wish you peace. I wish you peace. I wish you well.

Big Peace & Love,

Teddy the Brave