There’s a part of the gospels where Jesus talks about having the children come to him. I think back to my childhood, and I feel like there’s parts of me that I would like to recapture. I think that in all of us we have the innate instincts for our true nature.
I remember when I was a little girl, I used to feel like everything had a spirit. Not just living things, but all things. My toys, inanimate objects, just about anything that you could imagine. I felt like I could have empathy for my toys and for the furniture in a room. That might sound silly, but maybe it isn’t. Maybe everything does have a spirit on some level. After all, if furniture doesn’t have some kind of energy, then Feng Shui is all hokum.
My mother told me that when I was young I used to smile so much that when she took me to a photographer to get baby pictures, they had to try to get me to stop smiling so big. There was something inside of me that knew to be happy from within. I believe that I still have that somewhere inside of me.
I think we could all remember that when we approach the spiritual, we should come as children forgetting all the rules and hang ups that we have been taught by society. There’s something naturally inside of each of us letting us know who we are and I think our world would be much happier if more of us listened to that part of us wanting to be a child again open and free turning to God as our true selves.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
