Wishing Island *With Video*

We have this island, Millie and I. I call it Wishing Island, because when we first got here the water was so deep and quick that I found myself standing on the river bed gazing over to the water-bound land, saying, "I wish we could get over there...."

Soon the water slowed enough to splash across quickly and easily, so Wishing Island became ours.

I think everyone, at some point, needs their own Wishing Island. On such an isolated place, you're allowed to think only your best, contented thoughts. You're permitted to lose chunks of minutes... hours, even... to dreams and hopes. And you're given a chance to speak your deepest pain... your foremost hurts... into the depths of open water and watch the river carry them away.

You're left then, alone on your little island, with your wishes.

But they grow so big, as wishes often do, that at some point there's no room for both of you on the little island. So you splash back to your life, where you can look at your wishes from a different shore before turning them Godward....

I never had a Wishing Island before. Everyone needs one, I think. So come, I'll share mine. Be sure to turn up the sound so you can hear the river...