Timeout
Where does youth go? Does it want to flee or feel it needs to? What if we allow just the tiniest morsel of our inner child to remain present? At best why not permit a more current and accounted for version?
This thought attracts my attention. It couldn't hurt anything. Be it an uncensored giggle, better yet a laugh-out-loud, or a round of dress up with kiddos, yourself, or friends? And why not consider pulling off your shoes and walking barefoot outside? How long since you left shoes behind and felt bare flesh upon the Earth?
I am thinking back to the timeouts of childhood. Perhaps there's more to those snippets of stillness than I once thought. Maybe a few quiet moments of considering our actions is something we can permit to be present from our childhood. Recognizing the beauty of the day at hand, honoring the less obvious, and allowing our bodies to merely breath in and breath out are benefits of timeouts, as well.
Timeout
Where does youth go? Does it want to flee or feel it needs to? What if we allow just the tiniest morsel of our inner child to remain present? At best why not permit a more current and accounted for version?
This thought attracts my attention. It couldn't hurt anything. Be it an uncensored giggle, better yet a laugh-out-loud, or a round of dress up with kiddos, yourself, or friends? And why not consider pulling off your shoes and walking barefoot outside? How long since you left shoes behind and felt bare flesh upon the Earth?
I am thinking back to the timeouts of childhood. Perhaps there's more to those snippets of stillness than I once thought. Maybe a few quiet moments of considering our actions is something we can permit to be present from our childhood. Recognizing the beauty of the day at hand, honoring the less obvious, and allowing our bodies to merely breath in and breath out are benefits of timeouts, as well.