I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears..... or what they think.
Like any parent will relate, my son’s younger days were filled with finding and collecting ‘treasures’. Every day he would come home from school, emptying his pockets of the little gems he had found on his journey.
To most, it would be junk, rubbish. But to my son, they were a reflection of his imagination and boyhood and the magic of finding such riches. I can only hope he carries this wonderment of discovery throughout his life.
The magic of childhood is so fleeting. Rather than becoming frustrated with the seeming useless ‘stuff’ Nicky collected, it became just a much joy for me to listen to his story about what and how he’d found things and what they represented.