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 ; I msut say it was a real fascination to see nature telling me its secrets. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was as if I was the VIP who came to witness how wild life was. I followed the spiders which I find also attractive and the butterflies. How astonishing are the butterflies ; for me, they were not only carrying the message of hope and transformation, they were also showing me how gorgeous they were. It was like a play ! And yes, of course, I would have liked to catch some of them.
But I also have to mention the ants. Ah, ants ! I remember telling myself how extraordinary and fabulous were these tiny small things and asking myself how they could be always so busy ! They never stopped (I guessed), and what was so incredible was the weight they could carry.
That reminds me of an experiment I had made. Let me tell you about it : One day while we were on holiday, I had discovered a nest of ants. I believed I was really lucky. I, thus, decided to settle a few centimetres away and to observe. I had in the idea to bring crisps with me. Which I did. In fact, I crumbled the crisps and spread them here and there And I waited, just to see. What a surprise it was to me when I saw that the ants managed to carry crumbles which made three or four times their size. It was too delirious! Too much ! Too beautiful !
When I remember this episode, I realize at what point the child whom I was and whom I am still somewhere, possesses a precious gift : this capacity to be filled with wonder in front of simple things.
I found it so marvellous to be the witness of this micro-life (as I will call it today). I always loved nature, it has always fascinated me. It is so beautiful, so abundant, so present. How can we forget to celebrate this wonderful nature that brings so much to us ?
I feel that these moments remain engraved in my memory as the sign of innocence, as if my souvenirs wanted to remind me, that somewhere in me, this state of being always exists, and, that it just awaits for awakening.
Speaking of the inner child, I can assert that he is, at the same time, magnificient invention, innocence, love, joy finally, all these emotions which rock the heart. Ultimately, he is all, she is at the same time one and all, he is adventurous, he s an explorer, an organizer, the purest expression of love. She or he does not feel separate from the world, he belongs completely to this world in which he evolves and moves forward with amazement. The inner child is always there, present in us, yet we have forgotten about him, somehow !
I believe though, that nobody can forget these pure hours of happiness. They are the memory of the innocence, the imprints of strong and generous feelings. The childhood, the innocence, the freedom are state that it would be pleasant for us to find again, sometimes. And if it was possible, even in the adulthood ! After all, what prevents us from it? The time? The right ? The envy ? How can we do ?
I think that in most cases, the children themselves invite us to rediscover this part, the child in us. They do not have the concerns we have as adults. No, they take pleasure in the discovery of life, and, when we are playing with them, our inner child's heart shines, radiates and expresses himself simply. Then we find attitudes, feelings, child's remarks that we left aside. Then, may be, we can agree on the fact that, somehow, we lose, or have lost this contact with our essence.
Of course, there are always so many things to think about, we are so busy with the daily questions such as work, house, education, goals, money, shopping, television and so on. We are taken in the flow of the existence without really being aware of it. We are sucked up by a never ending spiral. That doesn't mean we can't do anything about it.
We are decision-makers, we are designers and actors of our life? And why wouldn't we change our approach of life, our vision, and infuse it with the spirit of innocence ? We can learn again, we can "re open" ourselves to our inner child and be filled with wonder ? May be we need to be taucht. Children could be our masters concerning this question. And then, we could find this state of childhood and better appreciate every day. Time passes so fast! What will we be able to say about us, about our life, if we do not succeed in being amazed at all that life offers to us each day. Every moment can be a delight. On whom does it depend finally?
We can make it. We are all capable of watching the sun, feeling it warming us, and listening to the song of birds, observing a flower and smelling sweet and soft perfumes, appreciating the natural colours without seeking to make them more beautiful, more lively, more alive, or more I do not know what '. Just be.
Here is an attitude of intelligence. Because finally, our inner child always reveals us new field of exploration, enjoyment to be expressed, smiles to be distributed, and love to be shared.
To conclude, I will simply say that the inner child connects us to our deep nature. That of the child God for whom everything is love, for whom everything is magnificent, for whom life is magic.