Another time, another place.

Midnight.London.1979. I was living in a B&B in Chelsea. A few minutes before it would become a new year, I raced up the stairs,dodging drunken Aussies along the way. I entered the room I shared with 4 or 5 others. Thankfully it was empty. I wanted to have a special moment of reflection. I was pregnant and wanted to make a wish for my child to be. I gazed out the window and suddenly I didn't know what to say out loud or to myself. Finally I just said "I wish only good things". Well, that was brilliant, I thought. But at least it was in the moment. Here I am again. Its midnight, 2013 and this year will bring my first grand-child. I feel just as inarticulate as I did then , all those years ago. But it still seems the right thing to say. It encompasses everything...."only good things".