The Return to Innocence.

When we are born into the world, we possess natural innocence and curiosity about our environment. We explore, chase butterflies, and run through fields after rabbits. As toddlers, we experiment and learn basic things, like the stove means hot, ice means cold, and so on. Having a willingness to learn and grow, allows us as children to make mistakes without judgement, where the experience becomes the lesson.

What if, as adults, we could experience life again in this way? What would change for you? Would you quit your job to travel? Would you tell someone you loved them?

Many of us are so afraid to step outside of the box because of the conditioned structures and environments we grew up in. We learned early on that ridicule and punishment came with making mistakes. I often question what my life would have been like if a mistake came with acknowledgement and compassion.

What if now, as an adult, you could learn to see and experience life with the same child-like perspective that you once had? This never really goes away, but is often buried beneath all the stuff we collect, the "you can'ts," or the "that's impossible." But what if our dreams never really were impossible? I am not saying we are all destined to become famous singers, but what if you could find the same satisfaction by going to karaoke night or singing in your living room?

What if these negative stories we tell ourselves are just a projection of someone else's wounding? Something that we took on as our own burden and trash to carry around like it was ours to collect.

Throughout my journey, I have discovered myself to be an excellent garbage collector. I have discovered that I enjoy being a raw and real hot mess more than I enjoy being a perfect picture to someone else.

So, who are you? And what garbage are you willing to take out to the curb today?

I used to pick dandelions for my mom and thought they were the most beautiful flower in the world, until someone told me they were a weed.

As a parent of two children under five, I find it hard to play Legos or pretend. I thought back to what I did love when I was little and remembered how much I loved to do crafts, be out in nature, sing, and paint. So I started integrating more of these activities into playtime with my kids. It is a win for them and a win for my own inner child.

Finding the beauty and simple enjoyment that we once loved as children is how we can begin to heal, ignite that spark, and find that true divine authenticity again.