Catching Glimpses

When we wistfully look at children playing, I think we're connecting to a part of ourselves that we sense is our true nature. It's our inner wisdom, and it was in our youth that we knew it best.  There, in the midst of fairy tales and folklore, it was more readily at hand.

It remains within us...somewhere.  It's just that when we grow up, we grow away from this wondrous state of being.  We cover it with layers of dust dressed up as our fears, and we race to keep those fears at bay.

It seems it's the natural progression...done at the expense of our present moments...and consequently...at the expense of our very lives.  Truth and wisdom become like fireflies fluttering around us...we catch glimpses but cannot seem to hold them.

Run
Run faster.
Stop.
Go.

Run.
And for what good reason?
Stop.
For one good reason...
Can you?

It seems to me that one of our primary roles in life is to help each other "stop", even if for a moment.  Be it through play, through counsel, or through some other form...we are served when others remind us to reconnect to our selves, and in doing, recollect who we really are. 

To those in my life who have helped me do this, thank you.

Comments

[CountryDew]

Seems to me we're all on autopilot, spinning through space and time without thinking. A good "stop" doesn't hurt any of us. Sometimes its good to pause to see the sun.

[Beth]

Wonderful post, June. A great deal of wisdom here. The older I get, the more I seek to become my truest and most authenic self, even when others think I'm a bit odd. And really, I suppose, by the world's standards, I AM a bit odd. :)

[Jana]

This theme is beautiful detailed in the book In Praise of Slowness: Challenging the Cult of Speed by Carl Honore; a book that changed my life. It goes by so quickly ...

[colleen]

I have a reoccurring fantasy that we all start acting like children. I mean animated and honest, playful, and jumping on beds etc. Wouldn't it just crack you up to see.

[June]

That would be a sight!