We must go back to school--not
to obtain further degrees, accolades of learning. We need to
remember what it was like to be fresh and enthusiastic in our
learning. We, as an adult community, have for the most part
squashed our ability to truly learn, and we must recover that
gift if we are to point the way for our children and grandchildren.
How do we do this? Where
can we go to remember and to recapture our gentleness of spirit
and our loving manner of watching? Is there a place within that
carries that record of remembrance?
The greatest and most
profound gift you can give your children and your grandchildren
is to remember. And this can be done swiftly, providing you
are willing to go empty and flush out the reams of paperwork
and lifeless bureaucracy that has invaded your temple of being.
You must be willing to live as you have never lived and release
that which can only stifle your inner child--the creative intelligence
that has come to light the world and the schoolroom!
Raise your hand and say
"yes" to your inner child. Return to the relationship
you once had with all life. Remember the joy of discovering
the magical, industrious worm squiggling into the earth, or
hiding beneath a leaf. Recall the dance of the spirit radiating
through the butterfly's wings, or the sudden, unexplained pinpoints
of light that filled the room before you went to sleep and the
wondrous peace that followed. Remember the exciting sound of
the train? No other sound was quite like that. Remember...and
be magical again.
Raise your hand and volunteer
to find out what the children know. When did you forget what
they know? What caused your forgetfulness? Can you remember?
As you step into a whole
new room of consciousness where many children stand already,
be open and ready for a delightful new experience; and trust
that it will be there for you as teacher and parent.
Go swiftly now. There
is no time for pause. The children are waiting; the child in
you waits, as it has always waited, to become one with you.
Listen to the new, and to the voices of the children. You once
heard, you will hear again, if you believe.