Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could bottle luck? Then, whenever we run low, we’d need only pop the lid to know something fabulous was just around the corner–just enough to get us through.
But then I suppose we’d never buoy our faith or strengthen our character. Pity.
You know what else I’d love to bottle? Wishes. Reading them is one thing, but imagine a bottle delivered right to you door! The hand-blown glass would be plain or fanciful, depending on your style; when you’d hold it to the sunlight all your favorite colors would dance upon the walls. Your name would be etched on the face of the glass; and you’d know, the minute you opened the silk lined box, extraordinary things were in store: blue sky and sunshine, sweet treats with calories that magically disappear, the company of good friends, moments of quiet respite, days kissed with perfection, nights wrapped in peace. And when that last drop of goodness was gone, you’d be glad–because you just couldn’t imagine surviving one more second of such happiness.
Ah yes, that would be lovely indeed.
. . . consider it bottled and on its way to you!