I wish I could live my days with the confidence of my bird.
I wish that there was a more responsible way to deal with the world than shut the news off.
I wish I would stop thinking that I am a sum total of everything and everyone I have encountered and not delightfully unique.
I wish Easter would happen more often.
I wish that alot.
I wish it we were not hitting "play again" on the ancient story like being caught in a "Groundhog Day" movie living the same day over and over again.
I wish we were not looking for a savior AGAIN.
I wish we were living our Easter life with passion, compassion, justice, and joy.
I wish we were not standing on the road looking for someone else to do the heavy lifting of love.
I wish we were not so insecure about our place in the world that we make fools of ourselves trying.
I wish this holy week was a call to arms...the kind of arms that stretch out and live before they die before they rise again.
I wish Easter was a way of life.
I wish the women who went to the tomb in the early morning heard laughter.
I wish the laughter that can be heard is mine, and my dog's and my bird's....even if the laughter is at me.