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through the eyes of a child

through the eyes of a child

when our young cry, cringe and withdraw from things, images or people we often seek to comfort and console. we seek to soothe and ease their anxiety, apprehension or fear—telling them it's alright, everything is fine. we, who have been conditioned, programmed, normalized, no longer see what they so easily can. for there was once a time an inner alarm would reverberate and we'd know, we'd sense as they do. but like a lobster in water that doesn't quite feel at home, we'd sit knowing, yet never fully realizing the fire on which we sit gradually being stoked.

truth? our reactions are no longer normal … natural. they've been altered … over time. our young, however, see what we no longer see, sense what we've become hardened to. the beauty … all can never be lost. like scabs, they fall; original sight and senses restored.

Photo by Atlas Green on Unsplash

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MR at BHK: Give It To Yourself

This piece has been sitting in my spirit for some time. However, I never saw the need to put pen to paper to give it form ... until this weekend. When inspiration rears its head, I tend to listen. Recent observations birthed this latest post. Click the chick and enjoy.

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