As adults we live our lives in small pieces. When we grow up most of us lose our ability to see the big picture because we are trying too hard to see the big picture.
Children instinctively know how to see what needs to be seen, but the older we get, the more our heads get filled with the monster that is knowledge.
It’s an odd monster, a monster that loves you and hates you in equal measure. Without it we would never grow, but with it we can be tainted.
With luck and sometimes by looking into our child’s heart, we can get back our ability to see the big picture again and get back what we need. And there are moments in our lives when we really need that, need to access that part of us that believes unconditionally in the Easter Bunny and in Santa Claus. The part that allows us to believe that our imaginations have power and can make our dreams come true. It takes nothing to have your blood stirred, your soul awakened to it’s true purpose.
My soul is often sat waiting for that inspiration, patiently it sits on a bench overlooking the past, peering to the future, trying to see, trying to catch the wave of illumination that will carry me to where I need to be next.
Sometimes for me it is music, songs like the one above, that connect me to source again. Sometimes it is seeing love between two people. Sometimes it is a sad scene in a movie or watching someone who still believes, who hasn’t allowed their true nature to be tainted.
More and more I endeavour to get back that feeling, to be passionate about life again. For it is in our truly passionate moments that we see how our lives are meant to be played out.
When I really want to get to that place in my soul I go to the highlands. I have been lucky enough to hear bagpipes as they are meant to be played, from a mountaintop. Nothing is more haunting and more spiritual and it is in a moment that like that, that my blood is stirred and my soul is alive.
So whatever it takes for you to feel alive, to feel that passion, I urge you to do it. If we all took our souls to their highest place for just one hour a week, imagine what new worlds might come to pass.
I was asked if I was really a pirate this week, after teaching a bunch of 8yr olds from a poor neighbourhood a pirate dance and one of them noticing the (mostly covered by trousers) tattoo on my ankle. I wish I could have lied and said yes, but I’m too honest. I wish I had her level of belief though…
thanks for the reminder about passion!
You are a pirate if you think you are! love you
In our home we have a princess and she is real! She believes it to her core! You are so right about children, they believe the world revolves around them, and it pretty much does; they also believe they can be anything, so in our home we too believe we can be anything – and at the moment that anything is Happy – come and join me Gabe xx