It is critical to a vital life to maintain the perspective of a child. It is that special perspective that exists before the veil of conformity and “normalcy” drops gradually and with insidious softness over Reality, blurring its shape and meaning.
In the heart of a child is preserved the memory of Meaning, in all of its compelling and lovely contours and resonance. Such meaning can be seen in the light within a glance, and during intimate involvement with daily life. It is a heartbreakingly lovely melody that underlies one’s daily experience. The sky holds a depth invisible to plain sight, and there is a special texture that permeates all things, like a fourth dimension to one’s reality. It is a fearless ability to engage life, tapped into her energy, without reservations, because it is the instinctive way to be. It is a free fall of daily experience that brings with it a breathless heightening of self.
A child is a child, at any age, because of this ability to stay in touch with this reality.