by Raphaelle Clay

Created on: August 21, 2008

The Inner child, my inner child? This name sounds as the memory of a space and time in life which takes me back, indubitably, in the first years of our life where everything contributed to make my every day life a domain of investigation and delight.

It almost looks like a dream ! A forgotten life. The dream of a life where everything was naturally simple, beautiful, romantic and fantastic. Anything, at the time, could become a source of discovery, an infinite reservoir of imagination and creation, a temple of treasures, worlds to explore, to know, to recognize, to identify, and especially it became a tremendous universe of enjoyment and game.

I remember these hours I spent observing nature, the insects, or when I listened to the wind blowing in the trees, to birds perched on a branch, or to the humming of bees. It was so sweet ! And the breath of the wind was so soft, it was like a whisper ; yes, it sounded like the inspiration of life. Indeed, I also liked climbing on trees to see further, higher, than my eyes allowed me, since I was a little girl.

Thus what I loved most, and I still do, is the quest of this small nothing which aroused all my attention and my curiosity. When I think of it, to search, to nose about, to find, to experiment, to go for a walk in the forest, to plunge my glance on these nice-smelling and colored spaces the countryside offered, deeply filled me the heart. Finally, I remember a memorable experience that I find very nice. When I was a six, I was fascinated by what I called "the phenomenon of life" (indeed I am still fascinated by what life allows us to discover and to achieve from the point of view of the direct experience).

Having this tireless desire of exploration, I could do nothing to resist it. So, every occasions I had was transformed into immediate action. And as soon as I could, I was going in the field of daisies which was looking at our house. This field looked like an unknown ground ; it was huge and I was convinced it was to be conquered. Then, indeed, I have to recognize it, considering my small size, I found great pleasure to hide there. Amond the daisies, I felt safe; they were large, beautiful and the whole community of Daisies were rising towards the sky.

And the little girl I was, had another dream ; the dream to rise like them to be able to touch the clouds and fly away among the birds. But what also interested me, was to remain hours there to observe. There were thousands of insects, they were coming from everywhere

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