Allowing the Child-Likeness of YOU!

INVITATION

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!



LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.



HUG O' WAR

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

Ahhhh! Shel Siverstein. What a poet for the ages. His simple rhyme; his strong message to us all. These poems from his poetry collection called Where the Sidewalk Ends, are three of my all time favorites. I feel child like and full of promise. I feel giddy and silly as I read them outloud. I feel safe in this world... almost able to see spirit fairies and talk to gods. I feel validated and empowered to be me. I feel relieved.

When/how/why/what/when for you? Write any response that comes up... maybe a rhyming poem...or a ... or a ... or a ... a what? Write as child perhaps. Allow yourself creative freedom. Allow yourself to play.

Either send your responses to me by Sunday night for me to post on Monday morning, or post yourself at that time.

Always LOVE,
Petrina

Oh and one of mine too!



Oh Nature Spirits

A meadow.
A fence.
Spirit life give me memory of courage.
An open gate beckons -
Shall I take the adventure?
I am ready for my transformation,
Ready for all aspects of life and love.
My soul dances –
Lush carpet, green tickling between toes
I smell the lavender, the rose
The day is filled with wonder, an awe
Surprise…
Little spirit child bestow upon me love
Give gifts of wisdom, courage, strength.
Bestow upon me meaning of
Innocence and beauty
Struggle, hurt…

Where do I stand, Sprite?
With thee?
Honor me with knowledge
Allow me to listen,
Allow me to feel.
I want to feel the sting of tears
Hot and wet in steady stream
Down cheek and neck
Realizing
Resonance with my soul.

Where do I stand, Sprite?
With thee
As we pass through open gate
Into plush never-ending meadow
Leading onward
Toward joy
And purpose fulfilled
Hearing laughter
Feeling love…
My soul, Dear Sprite,
Remembers
Everything.
Everything!