The Man from The Bush turned around and told me, ‘It’s so
easy to forget what we learn. We need to practice regularly, what a waste of a
life it is if we just keep relearning the same old lessons.’
The Man from The Bush sits next to me daily, telling me
insights I need to know, imparting his wisdom for others to hear. I bathe
myself in his calmness on a regular basis.
Sometimes when I talk to myself, I can hear my innocence. I
thought I had lost it years ago but for the last few years I have re-learned
that it has always been within. How many times in my life will I need to re-learn
that innocence is an inner facet I will never relinquish? That I will never
harden with experience?
I don’t want to waste my time re-learning. I want to devote
my time to accepting.
I accept there is innocence within me. Along with wonder,
excitement, purity and joy in simplicity… I hope I never forget that being
innocent brings a joyous hue to walking through the park and sitting in the
trees, hugging a friend after a long time, sitting on the beach and watching
the sun travel to the Southern hemisphere… The quality of innocence within
brings me joy.
When I don’t see The Man from The Bush then I know my day
will be a little less brighter and will hold a little less wisdom. But I know I can hold on to the lessons I am learning and try to practice
my own wisdom daily. I don't have to waste any more time.
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