Divine Essence

Whenever I doubt my divine essence, I remember the day I experienced it all.

I was about three.  My mother had kicked me out of the house with her usual, "Go play !  It's too nice to be inside !" mantra, and I found myself standing in our front yard, alone, bored, and anxious for some kind of FUN.

Scanning the block for activity, finding none, I suddenly remembered a new family had just moved into the old house on the corner.  Perfect !  I was off to explore !

The run down place was surrounded by thick, tall hedges, an oversized willow hovering over all.  I stuck my hands in the leaves, spread branches for a better look.  Inside:  a girl !  Just my age, wearing a ponytail, crisp shorts and top, she was drawing in the dirt with a stick.  Bored just like me.

I took a chance.

"Hey kid !" I called through the hedge.  "Wanna play ?"

She looked around, seeking a face.

"Ok," she answered, compliant, no face necessary.

Done !

I made my way around the wall of hedge, stepped into her yard, and gave the place a once over:  small, mostly dirt, scant patches of grass, some pebbles, rocks, sticks and legs of mountainous willow roots erupting everywhere.  No slide or swings.  No sandbox or toys.  Nothin'.  Just a bunch of nature's remnants.

I looked into her freckled, waiting face, smiled and firmly announced, "Let's make mud pies !"

Hard up for fun as I was, and to her credit, open for anything, she shrugged, said "Ok" again and followed my lead.  As I commenced to  scour the grounds for perfect ingredients, she became my sous chef, running handfuls of water from the outdoor spigot as needed.  By dinner time we had a "bakery" of pies decorating her weathered back steps.  Trophies on a mantle.  A good days work.  A lasting friendship, born.  My 10,000 hours of mastery had begun.

Today, I look back on that day with awe.  At the age of three, I KNEW what I sometimes forget now:  I was born to be a master of transformation.  And if you think that's a wild, grandiose statement, consider the characteristics required and utilized.

FLEXIBILITY ~ My mother pushed me outside and I was ok with it.

ADAPTABILITY ~ I figured out SOMETHING.  I knew how to "love what is."

INTUITIVE ~ I followed my impulses.

ADVENTUROUS ~ I was willing and open to exploring the unknown.

CONFIDENCE ~ I invited myself, initiated a relationship.

ANALYTICAL ~ I immediately scanned for potential.

DETERMINATION ~ I WAS going to find and make something GOOD.

CREATIVE ~ I KNEW how to connect all the best parts of that sorry yard, create somethin' from nothin'.

COMMANDING ~ I easily slipped into a leadership role, decided and announced the plan.

OPTIMISTIC ~ Somewhere inside I just KNEW things would work out.

FAITHFUL - I had no doubt.  Obstacles, lack, were non-existent.

REVERENT ~ I took pride in, and cared for, my creations.

PROLIFIC ~ I possessed an endless supply of ideas, configurations.

PATIENT ~ Believing in a good end result, patience was a non-issue.

CONTEMPLATIVE ~ I was a reflective.

We all had childhoods.  We all played.  And we were all born with talents to serve the highest good in ourselves and others.  We just need to wake up.

Remember.

Beamin' love !