Here I am... this is me, aged about 3 or 4. I love this picture, because I can see I have not yet been trained up and domesticated. There is still something of the elemental about me... I do not look as though I have given over all my power to my parents, my teachers and society.
I know this little girl, she has been my friend inside of me all my life. She is the one who knows how to have fun, to play, to be cheeky... she is my free-self, the one who KNOWS who she is... She has not yet had the sleep of conditioned thinking blown into her eyes - she is awake to the wonders of the world, the magic of the universe and the love of the all that is.
It's my birthday today, and of any day of the year, I feel free and able to think of myself. How am I? Do I feel good? Am I happy? The answers to these questions are... 'good', 'yes' and 'yes'. It is a happy day :-) I feel love flowing through me, and it is good.
I love this little girl so very much. I didn't always love her. I used to look at this picture and pick holes in it. I would ciriticse the way she looked and her attitude. In fact, for many years, I hid the photo away... ashamed of seeing myself like this, so open and alive. This is what we do when we fall under the spell of limitation. We believe what others tell us, we make their lies our own, and we reinforce them with our pain.
I love her cheekiness - I want to be her again! I want to know how it feels to run and jump and climb and laugh, and never hear those voices of dissension. I want to be so FULL of life, I cannot hear the moaning of the low vibrations of those so ill they exist in a living death. I want to be free, as she was, to be myself.
Over half a century has passed since my mother dressed me in this little party dress and combed my hair. More than 50 years have gone by since I sat in front of that blue sky with fluffy white clouds and gazed into the soul of the photographer. I wonder if he knew I had his mark? So much has been the story of my life! From the shock of betrayal that came with the early days of school, to the magic of the present day, I have travelled many lightyears, lived many lifetimes... at least it feels I have. I do not regret a second of it - not one second. Everything has added to me, made me more of me, made me know myself - and now I've come full circle and can come home again. I honour this child. Her journey was not an easy one - she didn't choose the kindest of lessons, or the fairest of winds... but Oh! how she grew because of it.
I love this little girl that is me, and I will never, ever leave her alone again.
I know this little girl, she has been my friend inside of me all my life. She is the one who knows how to have fun, to play, to be cheeky... she is my free-self, the one who KNOWS who she is... She has not yet had the sleep of conditioned thinking blown into her eyes - she is awake to the wonders of the world, the magic of the universe and the love of the all that is.
It's my birthday today, and of any day of the year, I feel free and able to think of myself. How am I? Do I feel good? Am I happy? The answers to these questions are... 'good', 'yes' and 'yes'. It is a happy day :-) I feel love flowing through me, and it is good.
I love this little girl so very much. I didn't always love her. I used to look at this picture and pick holes in it. I would ciriticse the way she looked and her attitude. In fact, for many years, I hid the photo away... ashamed of seeing myself like this, so open and alive. This is what we do when we fall under the spell of limitation. We believe what others tell us, we make their lies our own, and we reinforce them with our pain.
I love her cheekiness - I want to be her again! I want to know how it feels to run and jump and climb and laugh, and never hear those voices of dissension. I want to be so FULL of life, I cannot hear the moaning of the low vibrations of those so ill they exist in a living death. I want to be free, as she was, to be myself.
Over half a century has passed since my mother dressed me in this little party dress and combed my hair. More than 50 years have gone by since I sat in front of that blue sky with fluffy white clouds and gazed into the soul of the photographer. I wonder if he knew I had his mark? So much has been the story of my life! From the shock of betrayal that came with the early days of school, to the magic of the present day, I have travelled many lightyears, lived many lifetimes... at least it feels I have. I do not regret a second of it - not one second. Everything has added to me, made me more of me, made me know myself - and now I've come full circle and can come home again. I honour this child. Her journey was not an easy one - she didn't choose the kindest of lessons, or the fairest of winds... but Oh! how she grew because of it.
I love this little girl that is me, and I will never, ever leave her alone again.
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