At the time, I think he was just trying to make sense of sleeping under the open sky—his little world didn’t yet account for a night without walls.
But metaphorically?
Maybe that’s the same question we all ask at some point. Where’s the structure, the certainty, the thing that holds it all together? And maybe part of growing up is realising there isn’t always a roof… and learning to rest under the stars anyway.
This captures perfectly what I see in the young children I’ve taught and how, sadly, it’s squashed out of them (some of them) as the systems take over. Holding onto that other worldly innocence is a child’s true spiritual gift. We adults need to learn from them and really listen to the wisdom they share. A beautiful piece of writing. Thank you!✨
It’s heartbreaking how often that natural presence and otherworldly wonder get dulled by the systems we build around them.
I know for me the real challenge is not just protecting it in them but also reclaiming it in myself—remembering what I once knew before I started asking all the wrong questions.
I love that you see this in the children you’ve taught. I imagine they’ve been lucky to have you truly listen.
You know, part of the magic of being a parent is rediscovering the things you’d forgotten and, once more, seeing the world through the eyes of a child. We can all access pure wonder! ☺️
This makes me cry, how do we help our children hold on to that? And it is truly sad we do not remember being 3 or 4, but I like to think our kiddos are reminders on how to be that free and here.
It tells me your head and your heart are still talking to one another. I think that’s enough. At least one role model in the harshness of the world prepares to walk a different path. Our kiddos will do the rest I’m sure. 💖
"You looked up and asked me where the roof was."
Where is the roof metaphorically?
Good question Sean!
At the time, I think he was just trying to make sense of sleeping under the open sky—his little world didn’t yet account for a night without walls.
But metaphorically?
Maybe that’s the same question we all ask at some point. Where’s the structure, the certainty, the thing that holds it all together? And maybe part of growing up is realising there isn’t always a roof… and learning to rest under the stars anyway.
The wild ride home we all came here for🐎 I adore the depth of soul speak you scribe for 💜
Thank you Jayne! Lush to see you on here!!
Still figuring it out but I’m liking the energy & depth over here x
This captures perfectly what I see in the young children I’ve taught and how, sadly, it’s squashed out of them (some of them) as the systems take over. Holding onto that other worldly innocence is a child’s true spiritual gift. We adults need to learn from them and really listen to the wisdom they share. A beautiful piece of writing. Thank you!✨
Thank you for this Trudi.
It’s heartbreaking how often that natural presence and otherworldly wonder get dulled by the systems we build around them.
I know for me the real challenge is not just protecting it in them but also reclaiming it in myself—remembering what I once knew before I started asking all the wrong questions.
I love that you see this in the children you’ve taught. I imagine they’ve been lucky to have you truly listen.
You know, part of the magic of being a parent is rediscovering the things you’d forgotten and, once more, seeing the world through the eyes of a child. We can all access pure wonder! ☺️
Non-denominational Amen to that. 🥰🙏🏼💖
This makes me cry, how do we help our children hold on to that? And it is truly sad we do not remember being 3 or 4, but I like to think our kiddos are reminders on how to be that free and here.
I honour your tears my Dear 🙏🏼😔
It tells me your head and your heart are still talking to one another. I think that’s enough. At least one role model in the harshness of the world prepares to walk a different path. Our kiddos will do the rest I’m sure. 💖
I think you are right.
Fingers and toes crossed 🤞✨💖