A small child plays in the garden, day after day. Absorbed in the magic before her. Alone yet deeply connected to life throbbing in everything around her. Alive, touching, feeling, tasting, exploring. This world so full of wonder. Anyone watching would have been intrigued by this partnership. The little girl greeting each new day to play her part in its unfolding. Nothing seemed amiss and nothing seemed missing. Immersed in presence. In a state of praise. For what is praise if not this? Being captivated by perfection, by abundance, by a world beyond imagination. This place of love. This feeling of belonging. A homecoming. That’s the secret of the child. Knowing that without her presence, this world would not be the same. Each dew drop precisely placed, each insect on its unique journey, each petal just so, is engaged in a dance of completion. An ode to God. Reach out and take her hand once more. The world stops for a moment and looks at you. Ready to play?
This piece was written around the time that I heard an interview with Alanis Morissette. She spoke about how we need to reconnect with our inner child if we want to access our creativity. I was at once jubilant in the knowledge that I was on to something and cut down to size by the fact that it was in no way ground breaking. X marks the spot, the spot in this case being your childhood, if you are looking for clues to find your purpose and your joy.
For those astonished at the disregard for grammar, I can only say; me too! But I have learnt that words have a mind of their own and in this piece they were clearly the embodiment of both the child and the feeling, neither of which fare well with rules 🙂