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okayI'm having a chocolate attack, in more ways than one. While I've been craving the sweet brown shtuff on the physical (hunger) level, I've discovered I have a hankering for it on a literary and artistic level as well. On a whim, I helped myself to the Soul Food Caf�'s Chocolate Box to see if there was anything there to inspire me. Happily, I have found myself a new project.
The chocolates, I found after sampling several, are filled with suggestions and activities for an exploration into the anatomy of childhood. This was/is inspiration, indeed, and I think it'll be fun to explore the different facets of childhood and to walk down Memory Lane with my inner child. It's always good to remember and to keep in touch with that child, for she/he helps us to be more well-rounded as people. For with this child inside each of us, we will never be old, staid or boring.
Though I'm going to enjoy this new project, and I have said on more than one occasion I wish I could go back to when things were more innocent and simple, in all honesty I'm glad I can't be a child again. I have no wish to be. Oh, I have fond memories--and some not so fond--from that time period, but if you remember, it was hard being a kid! And I think, from watching my kid sister who's only 15--going on 5 or 35, depending on how she behaves--it's tougher in today's world to be a kid. There's more violence, more peer pressure with drugs, drinking, smoking, on being a "couple" or "going out" with a member of the opposite sex, with being popular or cool. Not to mention today's fashions and the "In Crowd's" emphasis on being ultra-thin and sexy.
No, I definitely don't want to be a child of today's world. But I do miss when things were more innocent and simple.
I remember a world where good was ultimately stronger than evil, where courage, justice, love and mercy were woven into the fabric of sky and being; where animals talked as they ought to and the spirits of trees danced. I remember a world where I caught the wind easily in my simple, wild [wanderings] and soared on the wind whispers of deep, real magic. I remember a world made of words, words that painted inside my mind when I was very young, the reality of a forever dream.
When I think of the word childhood I'm reminded of the phrase, "return to innocence." And of course, this leads me to the song by Enigma:
Return To InnocenceI guess *soft smile* this is the first step in exploring the anatomy of childhood. And logically it makes perfect sense. To see, believe or do anything as a child, one must have a certain amount of innocence.
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Love--Devotion
Feeling--Emotion
Love--Devotion
Feeling--Emotion
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart, my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself, don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Don't care what people say
Follow just your own way
Follow just your own way
Don't give up, don't give up
To return, to return to innocence
If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself, don't hide
Just believe in destiny
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