I’ve been thinking, searching really, for that little girl.
She is full of life, inquisitive, joyful, with not a care in the world because her parents give her safety and unconditional love. She has nothing to prove to anyone, let alone herself.
She’s uninhibited; sings out loud to her favourite songs and dances to the beats.
I’ve searched memories for the heart she held in her hands and her spirit. She’s still there; this I know.
When she laughs out loud; you know, those snorty, crying, barely can breathe chortles?
I feel her when she accepts people as they are, not as she thinks they should be. She accepts herself and she’s right there with empathy and compassion when consoling those who are hurting.
She’s riding her bike without a care in the world. Feeling the breeze in her hair and pushing herself to ride faster.
She’s on the swing set pumping her legs faster so she can skyrocket up into the sky.
Her imagination soars. One day she’s on the beach, next day she’s high up in the mountains, she excited to see where the following days take her.
She dreams of living by the sea where her best friends are the dolphins who swim in the ocean.
She watches in wonder as the sun rises and falls every day.
Her head may be in the clouds, but that’s where her spirit lies.
She has no cares or worries.
She’s not alone in the world as she’s surrounded by nature, wildlife, pets and those she holds dear in her heart.
She lives on intuition not past experience or judgement.
She’s herself… who else would she be? She is pure, gentle and sweet with a bit of fire inside.
She speaks her truth; she’s unique and authentically her.
Time to find that little girl.
Could she, be you?