In the flow

 I remember, when I was little going and watching my mother as she cleaned vegies for the evening meal.  The relish tray had celery, carrots, scallions maybe radishes. This was served before the hot food. 

I stood at the counter, a narrow space between the sink and the side door.  The junk drawer below.  I liked that she did this activity, the vegies in the sink, the metal collander, it was conforting, as I knew she would be here, for me to just be with as I mustered up something to say. " I'm bored what can I do?"

I don't know if I was really bored or just wanted to connect with her, and washing the vegies was where it was at. 


I wonder if children really do get bored or are itching for something else, or picking up on other peoples' feelings and heal them for they naturally are such splendid healers. 

One could ask, is this my boredom? Is this all mine, this feeling I am having?  A gage with a % can give the answer.  Ask how much is yours and how much "not".
Then put a tail or grounding cord to the gage and command the "not" to be released.  Notice how you feel now.

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Two little girls in the pool, with goggles - built onto the top - purple tiaras.
They serve a lunch menu of endless possibilities they have plunged down into the warm water to retreive.  Here are your potatoes, corn, salad, milkshake...

In a wink they have moved into their new abode, the steps, to take their naps and play with their kitties.

Then to the boats quickly...a dragon is coming


I delight in this.

Finding the balance between adult responsibilities and the imagination of the child within, or including and honoring the inner child as we take our steps. Permission to be playful perhaps.