the paradise lost

photo: Joanna Kniaź-Hawrot

For a long time I believed that childhood is the paradise lost. But the actual loss is buried deeper than that. What we grow up from is presence. It is being fully emerged in the "now" that we gradually unlearn and exchange for a growing sense of "I". We all begin as mystics and then start sliding down towards existential chaos.

So might it be that the deepest way of reconnecting with the lost child in us is through relearning how to be fully present? And would it bring about a renewed sense of wonder as kind of a side effect?

This post flows with DakhaBrakha - Kolyskova