Have you ever sought answers to life’s larger questions — “Why am I here? Does what I do matter?” — only to gain clarity from a surprising source?
If so, then you’ll resonate with the reason behind the name, “A Wish Come Clear.”
The phrase is my younger brother Willie’s brainchild. Willie is smart and creative, funny and sweet. He also has autism, and he struggles with self-injurious behavior.
Willie is a perfectionist who prefers to write in erasable ink, yet he finds intentional errors hilarious. He loves to put his shirt on backwards and his shoes on the wrong feet. And instead of saying, “It’s a wish come true,” he’ll proclaim, “It’s a wish come … blue!” or “A wish come … clear!”
For as long as I can remember, I have been terrified of making mistakes. Here’s my rap sheet: honors student, team leader, high-achiever, and recovering perfectionist.
But my life underwent a revolution on the day I discovered that certain Native American artisans weave small, purposeful mistakes into each blanket. They do with their art what Willie does with his jokes.
Why? Because they believe that the ‘mistake’ is the very space that allows Spirit to move in and out of the fabric.
A Wish Come Clear is just such a place.
If you wrestle with fear, self-recrimination, and shame, then you are welcome here. And if you practice forgiveness and rising again when you fall, then you are gladly received.
Here, we seek the sacred inside the ordinary, the light within the darkness.
Our journey is long, and invariably, we get lost along the way. We forget what we know. Our vision becomes clouded by life’s chaos and difficulty. And that’s why we need a place like this, one that gives us permission to remember what’s real.
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Telling true, resonant stories guides us homeward. Stories are like mirrors, both reflecting our current condition and illuminating a way forward.
For example: When Willie was diagnosed with autism at age three, I’d never been to church. At just five years old, I didn’t have a God concept, but somehow, I’d arrived at a very clear idea of heaven.
I believed that heaven would be a place where I could talk freely with my brother. It would be a place without the limits of autism on his part or ignorance on mine, a place where I could pose questions and receive complete answers.
In heaven, I could query Willie about the smallest details. I could ask him if Cheerios really were his favorite cereal or if he ate them simply because that’s what mom bought. I wanted a window into Willie’s mind and heart, and that desire formed the basis of my spiritual life.
For me, paradise is about connection, breaking down barriers between beloved people. So that’s the vision for this site: to be a little glimpse of heaven, a place where walls fall down and connections happen.
In a word, A Wish Come Clear is about homecoming. It’s about the lifelong odyssey we undertake to reunite with ourselves and each other.
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