I wish for you trust. The kind of trust that takes no effort and requires no convincing. The trust you knew before hurt was personal. Before you decided it was better to be guarded. Before you worried about being fooled. Before you thought the burdens of existing were yours to bear. The kind of trust that let’s your soul sigh in affirmation, “yes”.
I wish for you peace. The kind of peace that lives, not in the absence of pain, but as the water of its rivers. The peace that seeps into the weight of the world and changes its mass. Changes uncertainty into the steady ground beneath your feet. Changes into the safe holder of your heartbeat. The kind of peace that keeps you company when you can’t find trust.
I wish for you delight. The kind of delight that rises and pops into your heart like champagne bubbles. The delight you felt when you realized the power of sunsets. When you recognized everything real lived in a baby’s laugh. When you discovered the magic of what was right in front of you. The kind of delight that forms a smile when trust and peace have kissed your cheeks.
These are my wishes for you. Breathe deep and ask yourself, if I placed these at sacred alter of your feet, would you know how to pick them up? Or must I first wish for you a permeable heart that knows how to let these things in when the world says they aren’t allowed?