At times we want to get that email, that phone call, to hear that music, find that old book...and we do. And someone tells us or we tell ourselves, "Wish we had asked for something else."
Apparently, we assume that the other thing is more important. But, no. Each email, call, song, book has to be relished when it appears. The fact that it has made your wish come true is a small marvel...a marvel called hope, desire, even need.
I do not dismiss these. I work round them, circling their shape, feeling their flavours – inanimate things, ideas – and they are indeed the most important for that moment.
When that pleasant drizzle taps at the window pane, you do not wish for the lakes to be filled with water to last the whole season or for heavy showers. You just enjoy the world through that blurred glass. A storm would shatter it.
It can happen with life too. It does happen...I wonder why then when I ask for so little I get so much more, so much more, so much more...why can I not get that little I need, just enough for my parched throat, enough to keep me warm, enough to keep me cool, enough to bring a smile to my face, enough to stop and breathe?
Why do I get the ocean (and the storm) when I am looking for a river?