(Feel free to substitute pronouns for your own need)
Through the pain of a mother’s song –
The Child is welcomed into the light.
Out of the gates of Woman’s Mysteries
The Innocent is born.
Holding our hopes in your tiny hands –
Listening to our every word.
Little One, Ancestor in the waking.
You will prepare the way for descendants yet to come.
Sister, Daughter, Lady Hawk, Friend;
Children show us how to look at everything with new eyes.
They show how to be loved, nurtured, and held.
They set an example of learning, wondering, and beginning.
A Child teaches how to encounter the natural world of new possibilities.
With laughs of delight, a Child gazes at butterflies and the flames of a campfire.
With laughs of delight, a Child gazes at crystals and seashells like jewels.
A Child knows the secrets of the cosmos without yet speaking
But dear one, with time the memories fade.
And this is what you will do.
Where you were before is past.
And where you are now is present.
And where you will be will be your future.
The Child’s time is a curious and wondering time.
The time in between birth and adulthood.
Between rebirth and exploration.
Between sky and ocean.
Heavens and stars.
Their time is the dawn,
When sun holds the horizon.
A wise child, Albert Einstein has said, “If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
In seeking these wild and liminal times and places in Nature, we gain deep whimsy of the soul and find the fae around every corner.
In all of these actions, the Children and Little Ones know,
The Deep Truth that these are all riches beyond measure.
The Children:
The Starseeds.
The Criers in the Night.
The Creation of Light and Innocence,
Beloved,
Sing songs, and shout prayers to the four winds.
The Makings of a Child are simple:
Sugar and spice, and everything nice.
Snips and snails, and puppy-dog tails.
And they are determined to see that love
Continues, generation to generation.
Until the end and beginning again of
Life’s Great Poetry.
Until the end and beginning again of
Life’s Great Mystery.
Photography courtesy of Andy Kainz Photography
Healey Institute for Healers 