Sometimes it seems that my life is just too complicated. I feel overwhelmed and long for a simpler life. As I daydream about a long-ago childhood, I can almost taste the carefree feeling of living in the moment – without stress. I wonder if it’s possible to recapture that simplicity.
One day last winter, when we had been blessed with an unexpected snowfall, I took a walk. Suddenly, I looked up at the grey sky, opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and was delighted with the sensation of cold, wet snowflakes landing on it. All alone, I found myself giggling like a child. When I returned home, I was energized and happy for the rest of the day. It is refreshing to become like a child seeing the world with a sense of awe and wonder.
I’m sure we all remember lying on the grass, watching clouds float by or stopping to smell a fragrant rose on a neighbor’s bush. Perhaps setting aside a little time each day for playful activities would help to balance the busyness of our lives and give us a renewed awareness of the beauty around us.
Could it be as simple as this? Or once childhood is gone, is it gone forever – never to be enjoyed again?
"So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us." ~Gaston Bachelard