Wish manifesting

“We need creativity in order to break free
from the temporary structures
that have been set up by a particular sequence of experience.”
~Edward De Bono

"The refreshing modernity and streamlined simplicity of the Smith-Corona were just the ticket for e.e. cummings, Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni, and T. S. Eliot." - unknown

I've been tinkering in my newly created studio a lot lately, not really creating much of anything, just little bits of pieces here and there, warming up, exercising that part of my brain again. It feels good...like I've found and reconnected with a long lost friend that I've missed more than I ever realized....until now.

Been thinking that an old funky, vintage typewriter would be fun to use in creating, so on a whim, I wrote that wish onto a pretty scrap of paper and tossed it into a tiny scandinavian enamel bowl perched on my desk. I've started jotting down quick thoughts, wishes, hopes, dreams and even a few complaints into that little bowl and it dawned on me that several of them have since come true...perhaps that little bowl is the portal to the universe's wish department?! Perhaps there is something to that wardrobe in the Chronicles of Narnia?! (must find vintage wardrobe.....)

A few days after tossing my wish into the bowl...you guessed it, I stumbled onto a vintage typewriter while out on a quick lunch thrift adventure. Funny thing is, I almost walked right past it and out the door as I was running short on time. I would swear I felt a a tiny gust of a dandelion wish in my ear that stopped me in my tracks, spun me around, away from the door and back inside the store....and there it was, peeking out from underneath a pile was a funky, old, vintage Smith-Corona Coronet...in working order...with red and black ribbons (and a price so low, I had to look twice). Giddy would be an understatement.  Hello, wish manifested!

How about you? Anyone have any wishes, dreams, hopes manifest themselves lately...do tell!

(Oh and in case you're wondering, there is a beautiful little scrap of paper in that bowl that says "My original birth certificate". It was one of the first wishes I wrote and I am cheering on my fellow adoption friends as they travel to Chicago in a few days. They will fight for my rights, for all of our rights, educate as many lawmakers they can get in front of and get all of us one step closer to manifesting that universal wish. Open access to all. Good luck everyone, safe travels and know that I am sending all of my best dandelion wishes your way for a successful trip! xo Two)

By keeping its dreams

Did you hear about the dandelion that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong
it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the dandelion that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

~Tupac Shakur

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Unresolved...

Where do you put the unresolved in your head and heart...there's no sugarcoating or pretending...it's just there, on your shoulders, some days you don't even feel it, some days it's as heavy as an elephant.  It has a life and mind of it's own and sometimes it takes the wheel.

Everyone is a little dented by life in some way, some adoptees show their dents more than others and some never show them at all, they bury it deep and I can understand why. This sh** is hard...so hard.  It is like standing at the edge of the grand canyon, in total darkness, no north star to guide your way and the canyon coyotes are holding up signs, in your face, saying you have no right to your own story...to what is yours and yours alone, what everyone else has freely, what everyone else takes for granted.

And you can't believe that these organizations are opposing you (ACLU, Catholic Churches, various religious and political organizations that "say" they stand for truth, freedom and protection of all...well, all except for you) and why they are so against your very own Chapter 1, when you have done nothing to them, nothing except being born into a "system".  It wasn't my choice.

If you're not adopted, yes...you can sympathize and some get pretty close, but you can never truly understand the dull ache and the constant opposition to your rights from organizations that have no business opposing you and your first chapter.

I'm sure from these organizations point of view it all looks so very simple, cut & dry, black & white..."what do you need that for?" and "can't you just get over it?"...but until you have walked in my adoption shoes, please kindly shut up.  You truly do not know of what you speak.  Your opinions are irrelevant to me...you cannot know...it's an impossibility.  Go call your mother...the one who looks exactly like you, the one whose traits you have  so obviously inherited, go stare at family photos on the wall and leave me to speak my truth.  Better yet, go look at your original birth certificate, hold it in your hands, use it to get any and all legal documents like a passport with ease and then stop and think what it's like to NOT be allowed by archaic and oppresive laws to have what you are holding in your very hands. Then and only then we can have a true dialogue.

Yes, there is support to be had in all of this...but at the end of the day in the dark of night, you are alone in all this.  It is yours and yours alone to carry, to reconcile, to understand, to vent, to rage, to cry...it's your narrative, no matter how fast or how far you try to run from it or to it.  Like the saying goes, wherever you go, there you are and some days are just better than others in this unresolved world of adoption that we live in.

That unresolved...THAT is why we tell our stories and fight for what is ours and ours alone.