Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Wednesday Wish (12)

Whenever a taste of delicious food finds its way to my tongue, I can’t help but close my eyes. And if its really good, sometimes I have been known to make little oooing sounds.
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I think dresses should be labeled not by size, but by how well they twirl.
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Whenever a new flower blooms in my garden, I ache to run out into the street, to share it with the first person who passes by. Sometimes I do.
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Many times I get so excited to tell someone something that I grow a fire in my belly and my fingers start to tingle-itch until I get it out.
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I love to clap. And not just at the end of songs, either. When things make me happy. And if you know me, you know there a lot of things that make me happy.
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I love to giggle. And smile. And hug. And touch. And when I see something nice about someone, I tell them. 
Compliments are a best treat. Don’t you think?
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Not everyone understands such things. I see the eyes. I feel the judgment. I notice the body language. Sometimes my childlike behavior makes grown-ups uncomfortable. Grown-ups. Hmmm. How did they get that way? Was there a manual that I didn’t get? Am I so oblivious to societal norms? Am I so conceited that I think I can be any way I like? You can’t do that, even if you feel it. It’s not appropriate, Brynne. Or have grown-ups forgotten their joy? Have they forgotten their spirit? Have they forfeited their magic for a title that robs them of their colors, highlighting instead, a few boring shades of grey?

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My Wednesday Wish for you?

To find that childlike part inside yourself and to honor it this week, to let it highlight the COLOR in your life. Giggle when it bubbles up inside you. Skip in public. Eat with your eyes closed and make that ooing sound, go ahead…do it…you know everyone else wants to, too! Clap when you are happy. Cry when you are sad. Nose rub a grocery store flower and invite the next person in line to share the beautiful scent with you, too. Tell a silly joke to stuffy people and laugh yourself silly even when (not if) they stare. (I do this often) And stomp in a puddle. At least once. Preferably with someone watching. If they smile, take them dancing. If they don’t, they are probably too grown-up, too grey. And they have probably forgotten their magic, too. For as Charles Fillmore once said… 'It is the childlike mind that finds the kingdom.' And last I checked, kingdoms are FILLED with magic.

16 comments:

  1. Beautiful as always Brynne, thank you so much for sharing with all of us. You're absolutely right. At what point did "adults" loose their inner child? I've always strived to keep my inner child and not let "what I'm supposed to do" get in the way. Years and years ago, I lost a relationship over it. Because I didn't act appropriately (nothing freaky, just childlike wonder). :) But maintaining that feeling is so important and it's a shame that it tends to get lost. My children (2 & 4) also help to keep me grounded. Watching them grow and learn and experience things for the very first time. I remember vividly my son carefully examining a fallen leaf. The intricacies of the vein structure. Moments like that make it all worth while and help us relive these experiences and the magic surrounding us which we often overlook.

    Here's a recent post from my blog on Spirit, the last half, very appropriate to your post - http://babacita.com/2011/09/16/spirit/.

    Never loose spirit.

    Thank you Brynne!

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  2. How many times have I puzzed over this question, "How did grownups get that way?" and "what did I miss that I didn't learn how to be one?" It's not only me! Thanks for being a beacon for those of us who never learned how to lose our childhood ways.

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  3. Good thing you lost that relationship, John. If you didn't, you might have lost the most sensitive parts of your childlike spirit! And then you surely wouldn't be seeing the leaf with your children as you do now! PHEW! I LOVE leaves! I used to collect my favorite ones on my walk to school (college) and many people looked at me as if I were a beggar picking food out of a dumpster. Its you that's poor, not ME... I sometimes wanted to say...you don't even see these leaves, let alone how beautiful they are! But I didn't. I just smiled---big and bright and happy. Then they knew for sure I was crazy.

    LOVE your spirit, John. You are a true treasure. Hugs from afar, magic soul!

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  4. Thank YOU, miss kindred spirit Betty! Ohhh...how I love it that we share this connection! I think of you often on your grand adventure over there and wonder what makes you giggle...since I know you giggle all the time. I think I even hear your happy sounds sometimes. They find me like a distant echo when I'm in my garden. I think your laughter likes my flowers.:)

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  5. Brynne, what do the tall people know about living, really living life? They merely survive, I tell you. I'm oblivious to the stares. I go on my merry way, clap and cheer, laugh and giggle, and make whooping sounds when I'm excited. The Significant Other sometimes acts like one of the tall people but he knows better than to tell me to "act my age." I am who I am and will not change to make anyone happy. For you see, in making them happy, I would be very unhappy and that doesn't seem fair. We have a choice and we have a right to live the way we want. I choose living a life of purpose, where there is time for joy, laughter and observing the wonders of nature, every single day. Beautiful post, amiga. Simple beautiful.

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  6. Okay, about the food, when you’re eating and making that ooing sound? I do it all the time. Spontaneously. Naturally. It feels good. It feels right. I’m so thankful you wouldn’t make fun of me if you were at the table. Because some people make me self-conscious about enjoying the taste of food this much. My daughter is becoming one of the tall people, but not too tall I hope. My wish is that we will always remember how to skip. And always feel free to color outside the lines. And twirl like no one’s looking. I get in trouble when I go out in the yard and sing to my cat. “People will think you’re crazy!” they say. Thank you so much for making my day more colorful and more beautiful!

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  7. Oh Brynne - did I need that post today. Thank you. As for me - I hope you never ever lose those qualities - they bring joy and light to some of us - especially when we need it most !!

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  8. LOVE it, Bella...the 'tall people'!! And its very true...they merely survive. And then call the rest of us naive or idealists or some other label that forgives them for not having the courage to be who they truly are. SoOOo happy to share being short with you, dear Bella! You know...you can jump a lot higher when you first...get closer to the ground.:)

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  9. OOooO....Debra. How do you do that? You make me giddy with giggles every time I read you! Hooray! Don't worry...your daughter will come around. She is surely just making sure of her boundaries and that they are colored with her pencils, not yours:) Now you KNOW how everyone else is going to find us up in the clouds when we are eating our orange cupcakes with pink frosting, no? We will be making all the yummmmm noises with our souls! And sOo happy you sing to your cat! Bet he's the happiest cat on the block! I have even been known to feel sorry for cars that have to wear ugly bumper stickers. Isn't it fun to give not just consciousness but soul to everything around us? If we imagine everything alive... suddenly everything IS! Wanna come over for lemongrass tea and lavender scones later today? Oh goody...I will put up the sparkling flag so you know where to land:)

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  10. Beautiful Jo...how I adore you. SoO glad I could remind you of your light on a dark day, my friend. You do the same for me, you know. The same for me.:)

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  11. Hi Brynne. I "found" your blog through Brenda at Grrl Guide, but I've been here before! I somehow lost touch. Glad to be back. I love your childlike ways and find myself thinking and feeling these same things all the time. I too wish people would express them more. I just climbed a tree a few weeks ago, for the first time in years. I'm in my 40's. IT was wonderful! You might like to read about it

    http://thinkinginmyheadma.blogspot.com/2011/09/only-god-can-make-tree.html

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  12. Oh, how I love this, Brynne. I oftentimes feel as though I'm a child pretending to be an adult, and wonder when I'll be found out.

    I can be entranced by the rising moon, and the sparkling stars - "first start to the right, and on 'til morning;" the changing colors of the leaves... As if I'm seeing them for the first time.

    I love to hug, and to touch, and need to remind myself that it's not always seemly to do so; real adults can take offense.

    Even when giving compliments, I sometimes proceed with caution, because adults look for a "catch," rather than just saying, "Thank you."

    Sigh... :-)

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  13. Michael Ann! Soo great to find you here! I LOVE it that you climbed a tree! Recently, I have dreamed of having lunch in a tree. Silly, I know. Impractical, yes. But ooooh, so much fun! Nothing better than swinging your feet from a tree's earthy embrace. Thanks for the post! Hope others here will have fun with it, too!:)

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  14. Dear Coco,
    You are such a lovely soul. I am soOo glad to know you! You know...we are ALL kids in disguise. Its just that some of us are honest about it while others are not! You are the honest kind. Hooray!! Me, too! And I know how you love nature. I see it all the time in the posts you share. What a gift! What you say about compliments is something to ponder, isn't it? My favorite way to give a compliment is to give it and run so they don't even have time for thanks. I think it helps with the understanding 'why' bit. If I don't linger, they cant think I have another motive. Well..its at least less likely. Keep loving, touching, caring and complimenting, my friend. You brighten dark places and I just KNOW you are softening hard spots on many hearts. Just give them time. :)

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  15. There is nothing better than twirling, an art that most lost at about the age of 8 or so...

    I love the Lisa Hannigan video (and her music, so ethereal). Actually I was just listening to her new album this week!

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  16. SoOo glad you liked the video, Tracey! Isnt she FUN? I think I posted at least one, maybe two from her earlier albums a while back. SoO creative and beautiful! And I have to agree about twirling. My life would be soo much more boring without my twirling! Its especially nice on sand or grass, that way you dont have to worry about winding yourself up to high!:)

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