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Do you ever sit and watch the sunset and let your mind wander and wonder what it would be like to…?

Have we lost our curiosity and imagination? Have the demands of our everyday lives captured all our attention and intentions? Has it sapped all our energy to fanaticize and play and experiment and to allow ourselves to be drawn to something new or novel?

I know that focus on what needs to be done can become myopic and consume a lot if not most of our time, energy, and sometimes resources. It almost feeds on us instead of giving us the satisfaction of taking care of our responsibilities.

I get it. I get sucked into black holes of attention and down rabbit holes of intention and I must remind myself to literally pull over and smell the roses.

We are always on the run taking care of business; be it work or personal activities like running the kids to soccer practice or shopping for groceries after a long day at the office. Life can deplete our reserves of getting up and go.

But we must Wonder and nurture that childlike sense of awe at things that catch our eye, call to us and speak to our hearts. We must be willing to let our hair down, be vulnerable and be open to the possibility to learn new things and try something we have always thought about but were always too busy to do, or we thought too much or talked ourselves out of it.

Do not let another day go by without opening to the miraculous events that unfold before you. Ask a question. Show an interest. Express your curiosity. Take a step toward that which shimmers and see if there is magic in the new. You never know it could change your life.


BY: Jeff s Turnbull

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Children are fascinated by mirrors. They can spend hours in front of one staring into their own eyes, dancing, doing panta-mime.

Today as I watched a little girl get lost in the looking glass I was fascinated by the lack of concern for anybody but her reflection. She was captivated and enthralled and was in her own expansive world oblivious to any onlookers including her mother. I wondered to myself what in the world does she see, or moreover, what does she not see.

Since she was very young – perhaps five or six she was free of and not yet conditioned to the lie and the dream of the world we tell ourselves. She was free. Free to gaze lovingly into her visage and love the pure soul before her. I do not believe she was in love with her image but an image; free from the psychic baggage we adults carry around inside of us, on our hearts, on our shoulders and on our backs and on our minds.

She must have seen the untarnished love and light that only a guiltless, sinless, none- fragmented being only a young child can be before they are conditioned to hate, fear, and suspect another could be. Before they are told they are not good enough, smart enough or worthy of love, kindness, and compassion. Or, that they are weird or different so they bury their uniqueness deep in the hollows of their being only to have their gifts, anger, and fears fester in uncertainty, shame and self-loathing.

They see this light and gaze into their purity before they become narcissists and gaze at their image for other reasons. It is not common knowledge or it is just misunderstood that narcissists don’t really fall in love with their selves; they despise themselves yet spend every waking moment fixated on themselves because they despise themselves.

They are a mystery to their selves. They spend an inordinate amount of time trying to figure what went wrong, where they are damaged and why. I know because I was. I learned to love and accept myself for who I am and stopped trying to figure out the past and where I fit in the future. I forgave myself and found that child in the mirror and I now I can see the purity again and know the person before me has done the best he could with what he had, and made the most of a difficult life and has uncovered treasures untold and horrors unthought of, but is excited again about the journey on the pathless road to truth, love, and freedom.