As a Child...

To feel free to be one's best self...to feel joy, and not another's judgement...to try one more step, unafraid...to learn without fear of being laughed at...to cry outloud...to laugh til' it hurts...to share secrets openly...to lift our hearts wide-open to Heaven without becoming cynical...to hug until the warmth makes feeling left out impossible...to wonder about the next amazing color and the next...to stick our tongues out, heads tilted back, in the rain...where collecting stones in heavy pockets makes us feel lighter...to sharing popcycles running down our smiles...to a place where we know we are loved...and in that moment we can give it to others and lift them too.
Where does it come from? The world full of blaming, critiquing, explaining, defending, the cynical, the lonesome, the need to prove, the nervous, the fears, the politics, the comparing, the sadness, the anger, the missing of hopes...of dreams?

Did someone not get chosen at recess?

Is that why we must become as little children and start over again?

Ahhhhh....maybe so.