…is to hear the song I haven’t written yet, preferably in a key I can sing.
I would also love, for one Sunday, in one Catholic Church, for Jesus to materialize in the flesh out of his statue, walk onto the altar and tell everyone in order to reach heaven they have to eat a tub Nutella in the nude while watching America’s Next Top Model.
There is a magic in life where, once every cell is committed to a path that is purely from the heart, you begin to meet the people and have the experiences that will catapult you, hurdle you joyfully down that new path. A fragrant serendipity that saturates every area of your life. That is what I fill my imagination with now.
Something wonderful is about to happen…