This photo gives me such goosebumps.
I watched my two year old playfully circle this tree,
(or maybe totally mindfully)
reaching out to his silhouette like an old friend.
I half expected Tinkerbell to flutter by!
Maybe this is what it looks like
when we listen to and honor and dance with our
inner self/inner voice/inner knowing.
As we grow older,
we tend to forget that kinder, gentler, wiser self even exists deep down inside.
We drag it behind us like unwanted baggage
while an in-touch, in-tune, inspired child
invites it out for play dates.
I so want my little guy and his true self
to be best friends forever.
And maybe he can teach me to be better buds with mine.