Children collect joy.
It might come in the form of sticks at the park, or words they can pronounce, or moments in the garden exploring.
Whether we misunderstand it as nonsense or we attribute it with its powerful nuanced significance, adults so easily lose the sense of joy developed in childhood. Sometimes we crush it too early, stifling curiosity with numbing technology, or we numb ourselves with stress and obligation and judgement and fear and “adulting” and we forget the power of collecting.
So let’s not sabotage ourselves. Promoting a practise (it’s a verb!) of mindfulness should very deliberately conjure the dulled and dormant sensations inside us – it should focus on nourishing the body and the mind, releasing stress and flooding with joy.
Today’s prompt is a timely reminder of the power of the past. Our little selves are a vehicle for exploration and our journalling should bring this to light.
Go write now and remember with fondness…
And let us know your treasured childhood collections in the comments.