Do you have a favorite childhood memory? I do. It's a flash of pure, innocent joy that, when I close my eyes, brings a smile to my face even now. I remember that feeling, and somehow it feels like wings. Its like that brief at the peak of a swing where, neither up nor down, you sit suspended in mid-air full of possibility.
At that precise moment, there's no choice but to be present. Really present. Here. Now. Children understand. They get it. How can I so easily forget?
Perhaps I tomorrow I'll go out for a swing. After all, is there anything more contagious than a giggle?