Rediscovering Childhood

As an adult I have difficulty remembering a lot of things about my childhood because, being a child, my world was small and safe, my horizons not far from our house and our street, the shops and the village.


The world was full of wonder, new things to be found, discovered and explored... fact and fantasy intertwined in endless days and moments of wonder...


The simplest of things could give endless joy, I intuitively understood nature for what it was and trusted the scheme of things implicitly...


I left the most complicated things for what they were, heard of the wars fought out by our elders on the other side of the world but they couldn't reach me, looked to the sky and saw the stars, the criss-crossed cobwebs of the machines of progress and marvelled at their beauty.


The world is still an exciting and strange place, I seem to have forgotten so much in the years in between.


Growing up became a struggle, the world became a place where intuition and rationality collided face-on, the deadening weight of daily life squeezing creativeness and emotion into the margins of a life, I feared I was going totally mad at times.


I did, but I am learning to accept the madness on my own terms, because the world I see around me is the world I make for myself. The way I see it and the way I rediscover it's beauty every day and every moment is the world of my own recreation.


The world for me to take, yours is too. Believe in yourself and trust your intuition. You won't regret it.


Keep well...

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