Last night, I had a rather unusual dream. Well, unusual because I rarely, if ever, have had a dream involving the President of the United States. And I’ve lived through lots of presidencies.
But anyway, I was on The White House grounds with hundreds, maybe thousands, of other people. It was winter, and the rhododendrons were covered with snow. I know there are rhodies on the grounds because I have been to The White House a number of times as a tourist. Gloriously huge rhodies, for that matter. We were all waiting for something… and soon President-elect Obama appeared from behind one of the rhododendrons. He smiled. We cheered. Little icy vapors escaped our lips. Then he addressed the crowd.
He said, “What is your wish?”
People yelled out things, but the sound was thunderous and deafening. I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. Then he said, almost in a whisper, “I mean a real wish. A simple wish.”
The people became as silent as the snow.
In my dream, I spoke very softly as I looked at the rhododendrons and said, “More flowers.”
He said, “I can take care of that.” And he smiled at me.
When I woke up this morning, the dream seemed so real. And I guess that this wish is one that I do, in fact, wish for. I have always wished for flowers… wild ones on the roadsides, magnificent ones in gardens, simple ones that the smallest child can pick, exotic flowers, flowers in vases and pots. I think flowers heal people. Flowers bring out the artists, the writers, the dreamers of the universe. Flowers allow us to pause.
Flowers offer friendship and love.
Yes, I think I would ask President-elect Obama for more flowers. We could plant them everywhere. Involve children. And the elderly. Enliven every neighborhood. Make us pause. Reflect. Enjoy. Invigorate. Respect.
Learn. And love. Yes, more flowers is my simple, real wish.
What one simple wish would you toss out to our new President in these trying times?