My two year old nephew approaches each activity with the same
fervor and joy as the one before.
He doesn’t keep track of his trips and falls,
the wailing of minutes prior,
or the bath that may come later.
He fixates on what’s right before him,
letting his mind and body be fully there for the adventure at hand.
I witness that and
crave the same embodied presence for myself.
My chest fills with wonder.
I roll with laughter.
To be like a toddler all over again,
I ache for that single minded focus
and the willingness to forget about my bruises and bumps
Your Higher Self