I love lying on the ground looking up through the trees, knowing that there is a whole world out there.
This is something I often did as a child back in the days when I had the time to spend in the process of just being.
It is like that sometimes when I’m writing a story. It feels as though I have only to show up on the page and just be. The words flow freely, the story unfolds and I’m in the middle of it all taking in the view.
So many things we leave behind without even realizing that it is happening until something ignites a spark within us. Old memories float to the surface, those sweet moments from our youth, and we then find ourselves once again in the process of just being.