Children are the true believers, and some of us are lucky enough to make the transition to adulthoood without ever losing the ability to see through young eyes. ~~Anne Geddes
Watching children play, run through fields of flowers, or climb trees reminds us of who we really are. We were all children once and, yet, we find it difficult to throw ourselves upon the ground and gaze into the clouds finding animals grinning at us or showing us the way. Deep in our hearts we know they are there waiting…waiting for us to shed the trappings that we have allowed adulthood to impose upon us and become children again. Longing for that innocent belief is what it means to be human. Reuniting with that innocent belief is what it means to be whole. Namaste
Gentle Thoughts: What do you see in the clouds today?