My father once told me “Whatever it is that you want from the universe, write it down and simply ask for it.” That has always stuck with me. I tried to mentally demand something from the universe today, but it failed. Miserably. So now, I’m asking for something different. And I’m going to be concise.
I want to live on an island. I want to be away from the big city. I want to be amongst lush, green palms and swaying ocean breezes. I want to be able to hear the surf from my porch. I want a wrap-around porch made of dark wood with steps that lead down to a loamy lawn. I want to have large, red ginger blossoms in my garden with leaves like spears. I want a banana tree, an avocado tree, and a breadfruit tree in my backyard. I want to be able to sit in my island home and write for hours while the wind dances through my muslin drapes. I want to end my day of writing with a walk in the sun on the beach and get sand stuck in between my toes and the ocean salt to my skin. I want to then enjoy a beer at the local bar and have an evening full of conversation with my neighbours while we eat fresh seafood. I want to be able to repeat this day, after day, after day.
I want to be away from here. I want to live on an island.
P.S. This may or may not have been inspired by 1. My desire to write for a living; 2. My obsession with islands; 3. The fact that I’m currently watching The Descendants.