When I was younger I wished to be appreciated, for belonging and acceptance, and to be a famous artist.
I also wanted an ark of my very own, including a tiger, a soft-shelled turtle, every breed of dog in my very dog-eared copy of “Man’s Best Friend” and a Platypus. I also wanted a Kiwi bird, although they are extinct.
|Woman who walks with Monkeys. “Mysterystones” on Instagram|
So.. some come true, some don’t. Sometimes what we wish for is just what we need, and other times it’s a fantasy that we pass our time with, like a familiar friend that doesn’t ask for explanations.
Some of our dreams change with us. I learned as an adult when you love and accept yourself it comes naturally from others who love and accept themselves. When I remember to be grateful for this gift I can give myself and others, everything works out just as it should.
My wish to be a famous artist has changed to a dream of making art everyday and sharing it with the world.
|“Dawn Patel Art” on Instagram|
My wish for the menagerie of creatures has turned into a world of imaginary creatures in my sketchbook. (And two dogs and a cat at home)
|The hands are trees and the trees have eyes.|
And now… wishes for the future!
I wish to grow old and wear a yellow housecoat and chase the bus around.
I wish to grow old and hang out with the young street artists and breakdance and spray paint on the walls.
I wish to go canoeing through the Amazon at 80.
I wish to see the trees seeing me and talk to them.
I wish to run through the snow with my grandson and remind him of magic when he lets the world in too much.
I wish that any time any of my friends remembers me they picture a laughing face.
|Me in my yellow housecoat.|