The gift of curiousity

If there is one gift I would grant a child, assuming love is already there, then it would be curiousity.  That courage to explore new places, meet new people with an openness that builds better relationships and turns strangers into friends.

It will change their thinking and their ability to learn.  It’s the gift that will encourage them to have ideas and invent things that change the world for the better, to travel to other places and cultures with respect, and even explore other galaxies.  It will keep rocking them back in wonder at creation and the world  around them, so that even when adults, they will stop and stare at a rose, whirl a dandelion head round to see what happens, or crunch through autumn leaves.

It’s what will allow them to wait to see the butterfly emerging from a cocoon, an egg hatching, what shape the bread that rested and was kneaded makes.  It means they can never be bored, for they can stimulate their imagination and get lost in different worlds of books and games.

It will give them the courage to take risks sometimes, to ask “what might happen if I try” – and find out that even if they fail, they can still be curious about the lessons they learned.  It encourages flexibility, and gives them the resilience to deal with uncertainty. It can turn everyday chores into adventures, and even give them the freedom to explore the big questions in life without fear (like who are we, what happens next, how can I bring peace, can I dare to be happier?)

That’s what I would give a child, if I had a magic wand. What would YOU give them?

Life’s a bitch

Life’s a bitch. Life’s a struggle. Life’s hard. It’s not worth living.

You think so? If this is how you see life, chances are that it keeps proving that to you. So stop! Think carefully about the words you use here, for your words create your life. If your definition of life is a less than totally positive one, choose one of these instead.

Life’s

…a beach…
…an adventure…
…a learning experience for the soul…
…a privilege…
…a feast …
…a game …
…a gift…
…a party…
…a box of chocolates…
..a dance…

Or, as I asked my husband…it’s a map – a journey – where you choose your own path. Sometimes you will hit a dead end, and you have to retrace your steps, reflect and make a different choice. Sometimes you will know where you are going and how to get there. Other times you will park your wee overnight bag and say “right, where are we going today?” You might choose your own path and sometimes you will hit roadworks and you then have to take a different way. Or you might come to a roundabout or a fork in the road where you have to make a choice and then make the best choice that day.

Today, choose your definition – and enjoy the journey to all you were meant to be. And do let me know what your definition is…or might be now…

 

John O’Donohue – A Blessing On Waking

 

Don’t you just love this?!

I give thanks for arriving

Safely in a new dawn,

For the gifts of eyes

To see the world,

The gift of mind

To feel at home

In my life.

The waves of possibility

Breaking on the shore of dawn,

The harvest of the past

That awaits my hunger,

And all the furtherings

This new day will bring.

© John O’Dononue