On this beautiful fall day, I was driving down a tree lined street admiring the remaining colorful leaves. I noticed an old fashioned rope swing with a wooden plank seat, hanging from a branch with a bed of gathered leaves below. Instantly, a small quiet voice within asked me, 'where is the child?'
The question was like an echo within me. Where was my playfulness? When did I last laugh from my belly? Where was I when last mesmerized by giggling and nonsense? Without childlike curiosity, I had recently lost my innocence for life. Magic had faded and I no longer felt connected and bonded through the mysteries of life.
It is with a child's heart that we write poetry, abstractly sketch and paint, and play music that lifts our soul. Upon removing blinders, we can once again see joy in all things and enjoy a true sense of freedom and play. Grasp a few moments of having simple fun, laughing and not caring about anything. Find the inner child longing to play.