I wish I could run like her….

hang on I don’t even like running,

what am I thinking….

well okay, I wish I could swim like that,

well you can swim,

you have all the techniques,

a little training and well…

hmm that’s true…

oh look at all those photos of the festival…

what the festival you know you’d hate

after bumping into a few people

you’d want to be driving home,

to be sleeping in the comfort of your own bed…

maybe I should look to publish that book,

but honestly you are content to share your work,

occasionally you will sell an image,

that is enough…

wishes, these wishes aren’t

heart longings,

they are superficial engagements

with others social media…

how many wish they could be on that beach with you,

but they probably don’t enjoy sand in their shoes…

we catch glimpses of one another’s lives,

usually the shiny bits,

sometimes the juicy bits,

and sometimes we revel in lamenting and protest,

but none offer the full picture

of our days,

only we know those…

so we need to take time

to engage our deepest longings,

below the wishings,

in touch with our God created selves,

from where the divine dwells,

deep calls to deep…

deep to deep..