Tired of the day-to-day grind? Tired of all of the must do now society? Are you just tired?
Do you remember the days of yore when you jumped through the rain puddles and not over them?
When you caught fireflies in a glass jar to wonder at them and them set then free to fly again and light up?
The honeysuckle bushes that smelled so sweet you breathed heavily, deep with wonder? Then plucked one tiny flower to pull that mysterious stem out and put it on your tongue to taste the sweet nectar?
We knew no rush and tumble then. Only long days.
Do you remember the book, the one book that transported you to another world? Where you felt yourself being guided through the story by an unknown being? You were caught in the garden labyrinth with trouble just behind you?
You were there. No memory was as sweet and true as this one. You were there as truly as you sit here now.
Why can’t we find that again? Is it irreparably lost to us? I say, “No. Never”
Never will I let that world disappear. For if I did, I would lose part of my soul.
Don’t ever lose the magic of discovery and innocence. We are all still children in this beautiful world. You can be dignified and adult and still, quietly hold that special wonder in your side pocket during meetings.
Try it. You might find yourself smiling. Once again.