A Letter for My 3-Year-Old Self
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With the same eyes that light up when she sees a pudding.
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It can be scary because it could be a totally different way of living. One we’ve forgotten.
It’s as if we’ve forgotten we have wings,
and opening our hearts to embrace life
feels like jumping off a cliff,
unsure whether we can still fly...
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We honor where we are right now.
We don’t need to walk anyone’s path but our own.
I honor that each of us has a unique relationship with the Universe and with ourselves.
What works for me may not work for you.

For My 3-Year-Old
Joanieedoe
I am giving honor to my 3-year-old self
So she can see life as it is
With the same eyes that light up when she sees a pudding
I am giving her all my caring hugs and kisses
So she can speak to the world with all her purity
With the same mouth that screams with complete honesty
I am trusting her with all my cells and all my spirits
So she is free to feel and be transparent in her being, however she exists
With the same joy of being totally present in every eternal moment
I am giving her permission to Play
So she feels welcome to show up and play whatever roles she chooses in this drama
With delight, innocence, grace, and pure joy
Just like when her whole being lights up while eating a cake