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Wake Up your Inner Child
And Experience the Freedom of Pure Being
I sat down on a rock nestled into the ground by a bright red shed. I took in the mountains rising around me, draped in swathes of dark evergreens. I was patient, though I didn’t know what I was waiting for.
Presently two women rounded the corner, cross-country skiing along the spring snow. Trailing behind these women like ducklings were two small children. They were gamely trying to keep up, their small, rubbery legs pushing the skis along in the tracks, bundled up in snowpants and puffy coats just their size.
One fell abruptly, his skis sticking straight up. The women stopped, looked back. He pushed himself up, and a few feet later fell again. One of the women, his mother, glided back to him in long strides and lifted him effortlessly into the air, setting him upright again.
I love watching little kids. There is something live-giving about them. Entirely unencumbered by the dictates of reality, they’re astronauts, princesses, cowboys, deep-sea divers. They wear their emotions on the surface. They’re natural creators.
Eventually they learn to grow up. They must, in order to live in this world. They learn to take responsibility for themselves, to live for others. They learn how to commit to things, how to live in a good and right way to benefit those around…
