THE WISHING WELL by Anita Neilson

Peace: Our hearts crave it. Our souls nourish it...

Yet our bodies and minds crash through it, run roughshod over it and disregard its persistent, gentle call. We find peace in meditation; in moments of stillness when time evaporates; in our relationships when we let go of the ego’s demands to be right, to be in control. We find peace in fellowship, in encouraging sisterhood among us. In this divine sisterhood, we are the carriers of peace in this world.

My wish is that we beam this peace out to others with every step that we take; and smooth a loving, protective salve over all those in our path. For this world scarred by tragedy and crisis, let us counteract each moment of anger, mistrust, or hatred with the healing power of peace and love. We can collectively effect change from our hearts, from our thoughts, from our words and our acts through the embodiment of peace. Om. Shanti. Shanti. Shanti...

The Wishing Well

by Anita Neilson

If I could:

Wave a magic wand

Pause time before it’s gone,

I’d do it.

If I could:

Change the will of men

Undo the past again,

I’d try it.

If I could:

Cast a spell so fine

As to soften hearts and minds,

I’d will it.

I’d bottle up that spell

And make the whole world

A wishing well:

A shoreless pool of dreams

In a boundless sea of love.

Anita Neilson is a Writer, Spiritual Poet and Blogger. A graduate in languages, she travelled, lived and worked in Europe before a career in teaching in Scotland. She has M.E. and Fibromyalgia and is now a self-employed writer. She lives in Ayrshire, in the west of Scotland, with her husband and two dogs. For more information, visit her blog ‘Healing Words’: Facebook Page; and FB Closed Group ‘Acts of Kindness from your Armchair’. Her debut book, "Acts of Kindness from your Armchair", will be published in 2017 by Ayni Books.

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