Wish Street

As I took a trip with my girl I sat on the tube for the first time in 5 months and looked up. I saw this poem by John O’Donahue called
A Time to be Slow..

“This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.”

I pointed it out to my girl who read it and then turned to me and smiled and nodded….

I listened to this song I love while my girl sunbathed and I walked along the sandy beach of my trips destination (a destination different to the one I had originally considered because I was inspired by someone special to me’s thoughtfulness and care at the end of a worrying time).
In that moment as I walked with the sand in my toes I felt like the girl I am and have always been inside with the sun in my eyes. The girl who has a joy for being alive but who has felt tested and tested. The girl who wishes for dreams and love to be the basis of everything….

It was only right that I should have found myself standing in Wish Street as I travelled to my destination. I made some wishes.

As we travelled home tonight tired and happy from our time together and all the magic that we had shared, I felt the luckiness in being given that slow time with her. I know that  time is taking us to new beginnings, no knowing where this next chapter will take us. On different trips to different places but always being there for each other no matter what directions we go.

Sometimes the journey is far more than the destination and other times the destination holds everything that was wished for in the journey.

This destination was full of sunshine.





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