Grandmother Wish

Hers is the energy of the woods, bright and streaming like the sun filtering through the lace canopy of fresh green leaves….

Her eyes sparkle with the mischief of someone never lost,

always at one with the pale green litchen, the dark damp earth and the loud conversational birds… always gossiping, never listening.

She is always listening.

She listens to your wishes, your heartbreak, your heart love , your dreams and your fears …

she sends the dandelion seeds to float silently past your nose…

She plants the clover and positions the rare four leaf treasures at your feet…

She reads your notes strung with their colourful string from the swaying branches of the wishing tree…

She is Grandmother Wish, and she is listening.