What is Your Inner Child Asking of You?
by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking
Nestled between the pages of my current read are two wallet-sized portraits, back to back, laminated for longevity and used for contemplation. The twelve month old looks as though she had been crying, red-rimmed watery eyes, not completely enjoying the experience of being posed and needing to be still. Nevertheless she is smiling and holds a deep blue ball that stands out from her pale yellow dress and fiery hair. The older girl looks like a veteran poser and her brilliant red hair has faded a little to a wonderful strawberry blonde. She is smiling on cue, bright eyed and confident in her Raggedy Anne red dress. I am the girl captured in each photo.
When I open my book and acknowledge these pictures, I begin to hear the questions they are asking me. “Do you remember what you were like at this age, before your world shaped and reshaped you to fit into a mold? What activities gave you so much joy? What came easily to you?” Somewhere in those photos is a clue as to my true nature, my gift to share with the world that I was born with and somehow lost track of. I must simply remove all the barriers that have shown up to challenge my way. Only it’s not been so simple.
I let these pictures take me back in time in order to recapture my true essence. I find that most toddler activities will not serve me well in day-to-day life, so I let my mind wander into more revealing activities. Like when I was in the fifth and sixth grade I had a friend that shared my love of writing. I would go to her house to play, notebook and pen in hand, and we’d sit on her couch and write the next bestseller. When this friend moved away after the sixth grade, it seemed as though I lost interest in writing. Where did the desire to write go? Was it a “phase?”
With this inquiry into my childhood aspirations, I remembered that I found much peace with my animals and just being out in nature. I was an excellent observer of my surroundings. I have also been able to recall that some of my favorite times were spent with myself in my room reading The Saddle Club and Black Stallion series and making wonderful pencil drawings. For the first time in twelve years, I picked up a pencil and sketched again. I’m pretty sure I won’t make a living selling sketches, but that is hardly the point. What I’m in search of is the mission that child came here to fulfill.