Sunday, January 31, 2010

Wishes...

Wish I could paint a brighter picture for people in mixed-orientation marriages.

Wish there was an easy-to-follow plan when you have to re-make your life

Wish I could wave a wand and make people see that gay isn't a choice.

Wishing for life before I knew.

Wish people could accept one another without prejudice. Myself included.

Wish I could get over being judgmental.

Wish I could write a post about finding a new Mr. Right.

Wish I could just FIND a new Mr. Right.

Wish for equal rights for all.

Wish my dad could live without hurting, forever. And since it's wishing, I wish my mom was still here. And that I could talk to her.

Wish church felt good.

Wish cynicism was not so easy to slip into.

Wish for the "olden days," without all the bad parts, just like in the email forwards. (hmmm...isn't it interesting that the nostaligic forwards sentimentalize the past?)

Now, I realize and know that if we were all accepting of each other, we wouldn't need to convince anyone to any new ideas. I know that struggling to change others is an ongoing movement, and that it would be boring if we were all the same. yada - yada. But I can wish anyway.

Meanwhile - I got a new grandbaby yesterday! My daughter, Liz, gave birth to a beautiful little girl! And I'm off to see her again at the hospital.

6 comments:

hillsideslide said...

Congratulations! She is beautiful.

...you DID get your wish of holding a new grandchild in your arms :D

Spend some time in the moment.

Anonymous said...

All I can say is "Amen, sister!"

And congrats on the new grandbaby.

Laurie Lunsford/ Entrepreneuse said...

I love your wishlist. I hear ya.
Sweet pic. of the baby....what I can see of her.

Tim Morris said...

Cat Stevens said:

I wish I knew, I wish I knew
what makes me, me, and what makes you, you.
It's just another point of view,
A state of mind I'm going through,
So what I see is never true.

I wish I could tell, I wish I could tell,
what makes a heaven what makes a hell.
And do I get to ring my bell,
Or land up in some dusty cell,
While others reach the big hotel.

I wish I had, I wish I had
the secret of good, and the secret of bad.
Why does this question drive me mad?
'Cause I was taught when but a lad, yes,
That bad was good and good was bad,

I wish I knew the mystery of
that thing called hate, and that thing called love.
What makes the in-between so rough?
Why is it always push and shove?
I guess I just don't know enough, yes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jrYwbYXc2o

Anonymous said...

She is so beautiful! Bright blessings to the lucky little girl.

Michelle said...

Carol,

This is a beautiful post. As a lesbian woman who had to end a 10 year marriage to become myself, I thank you for speaking out from your amazingly gracious point of view. My ex-husband is also supportive, but this is not often the story that we get to hear. Your grace and your love are so obvious in your words.

Blessings to you in the fulfillment of all your wishes, and congratulations on the beautiful grandbaby.

Michelle