Play, Seen on the Streets of Laurel

When out and about in the world I love seeing, what I believe to be, teenagers playing with younger siblings or little ones in their care. The other day, I watched one holding onto the hands of a little— both laughing— while the little, very enthusiastically pulling the older, led the way towards their unfolding adventure. Some days later I saw another duo. This time the older was in pursuit of a young one, with the former moving in such a calculated way that the pursued looked convinced, and thrilled, at what, undoubtedly, felt like an all out chase.

Extraordinarily Wonderful Experiences

Sometimes people come into your life to help open you up to an extraordinarily wonderful experience.

Just for that one time.

Gold star to you for choosing to be receptive to the extraordinarily wonderful experience.

Gold star to them for proffering (consciously or not) the co-creative potential of the extraordinarily wonderful experience in the first place.

And all the stars every time you release your grip from the belief that only they can continue to help open you up to extraordinarily wonderful experiences. 

Self Love/ Taking Care of My Inner Child

I just spilled a whole bunch of water trying to get it from one container to another whilst the receiving container was balanced on an unstable surface. And I was the one who placed said container on the aforementioned precarious surface.

When the water splashed on everything, I had the clear thought that I needed to support myself mentally and emotionally.

So, with that in mind, I refused to give into the temptation to beat myself up by adding coals of shame via unloving, unsupportive, unhelpful words to underscore my next best steps to take.

Staying present, I focused on finding towels for the clean up, before slowly wiping down all the affected surfaces.

When I finished, I felt like I had taken care of the little me that would have, once upon a time, gotten into trouble for making such a mistake.