Our child within once awakened is excited to wake up in the morning.

Our child within once awakened is excited to wake up in the morning. Open to surprise,  wandering through our home drawn to the next thing capturing our attention. Maybe it’s the dog, or a new toy, or the bright golden dandelion blooming through the sea of green grass. Each moment is filled with wonder for this child within, has recaptured a bubbling awe leading us from one fascination to the next. Each moment is an unfolding adventure. We are back in the land of Intulexia

As we have departed the wonders of childhood for the predictabilities of life, however, adventure fades. The tedium of responsibilities—going to school, paying bills, buying groceries, cleaning the house, ensuring children do their homework—becomes life. Instead of traveling like an eager explorer along wide-open seas of surprise—taking in the glimmering leaf, imbibing the poetry of birdsong—adults settle for narrower and narrower passages, the same pragmatic passages they navigate every day.

What makes the loss of adventure particularly acute is the diminishment of our senses, our feeling nature. A child attunes to the magic of life not through the limits of rational thought, but through the fluidity of felt experience. The eyes see the moon, the ears hear the raven, but the heart feels the aliveness that bridges the child to both and into their sentience. The heart perceives not from separation, but from unity. It feels the livingness that ensouls, entwines and gives rise to all of life’s seemingly separate parts.