Finding the Truest Part of Yourself

When I was a child I liked to hide in small spaces. The kind that felt like being wrapped in a gentle embrace and at the same time free to explore my own private world.

via Flickr Commons, Ricardo N. CabralThere was the pyracantha bush with its bright red berries at the side of the house. A tiny opening between the edge of the bush and the wall led to a private room perfectly sized for a child. Once here I could imagine gatherings of a secret order of knights or great councils of wizards concocting magical plans. In this tiny space, there were no limits. Here I discovered my imagination and I could go anywhere.

Another favorite was a sandy wash. Straight, vertical walls and soft, warm earth under my bare feet. For all my seven-year-old imaginings it could have been the Grand Canyon. This was the space that called me to explore, to meet new and fascinating creatures, to absolutely fall in love with the earth, the rocks, the sand, the sky.

Those “hiding” places were anything but hiding. In fact, their essence was all about finding.

They were my innate child-wisdom aligning with a broader wisdom. They were my child-self, unobstructed by layers of well-intended education, following the signs that led me to what I needed most. They were the truest parts of me saying, “Yes!” “This is home!” “This is it!”

It is this innate wisdom that has answered the questions – what’s next? what now? – whenever I’ve felt lost or rudderless. When I remember to return to the reality of boundless imagination, curiosity, exploration and absolute love, there is no struggle. Everything becomes light ~ playful ~ joyous. Clarity may not show up immediately, but a distinct path appears and my only decision is ~ will I follow?

The truest parts of you have spoken too ~ many times ~ even if it’s hard to remember.

Even if the years in between have layered other voices, other messages over that calling. Listen. It’s there. Maybe you felt that magical homecoming sitting in front of a tray of watercolors and a sketch pad, or when you laced up your first pair of skates. ┬áMaybe it was when you first began to craft stories or build towers in the beach sand. Sort through the images in your mind. They might look different than mine – in fact they will almost certainly look different than mine. You’ll know them when you see them.

The only question is ~ will you follow where they lead?

I’d love to hear what calls to you ~ feel free to share your stories in the comments below.

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  1. Tom Burkhart July 8, 2012 at 8:29 am #

    I need to find my treehouse again. Thanks for reminding me of it.

    • Kelly July 9, 2012 at 9:37 am #

      Trees are a theme for you, aren’t they? If I remember right there were magical forest discoveries as well!

  2. Linda Gotsch July 8, 2012 at 1:02 pm #

    Thanks for reminding me of my magical places. One of mine was under a small willow tree whose branches gracefully reached to and touched the ground

    • Kelly July 9, 2012 at 9:38 am #

      Cool! Sounds like a wonderful space!

  3. Winnie Ennenga July 8, 2012 at 1:03 pm #

    On hot summer days, sisters and I took all the cotton bed spreads from our rooms and draped them over the picnic table to create a magical, shaded, place to play; we also used the bed spreads to play “Lawrence of Arabia”, and on summer nights laid them down on the ground to watch for falling stars. There are good memories of my childhood, thanks for reminding me not to forget them.

    • Kelly July 9, 2012 at 9:39 am #

      I love the theme of sisterhood through all those magical moments!

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