I’m currently rereading Anodea Judith’s excellent book Eastern Body, Western Mind. This morning, I completed an exercise on the Inner Family that I’m going to share with you.
Anodea Judith suggests making a list of the various parts of yourself. You might include the inner child, the clown, the achiever, the lover, the critic, and so on. In my case, I listed the lost child, the inner child, the lover, the romantic, the fearful one, and the warrior.
Last night, as I flicked through an old copy book in search of an empty page, I stumbled upon a Fairy Story that I’d been asked to write as part of an Inner Child workshop I’d taken part in a while back. Here it is…
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, perfect little princess called Sharabella. There was something about this girl that shone brilliantly from within. You could see it in the sparkle of her eyes and her fun-loving laugh.
What does the little girl do
when she’s broken
How does the little girl learn
who to be
Why does the little girl choose
all the wrong things
When will the little girl know
that she’s free?
Who does the little girl love
and feel loved by
Where does the little girl go
when she cries
Why does the little girl keep
Because this little girl doesn’t
know how to fly.
upon a day
in a rainbow
the little girl opens her heart
All the sparkle and colour
the sun and the moon
light her up
as it was from the start.
This time, this last time, this good time
the little girl sees and she knows
She feels and she is and she dances
and everything in her
Yesterday, I took part in teaching a class. I prepared what I would speak about, dressed up for the occasion, and delivered my presentation. I received excellent feedback and felt I was behaving quite professionally.
After the lunch break, everybody was sitting and waiting for class to resume. I sat down and, right in front of everyone, I fell right through the chair, landing on my ass. We all laughed, my cheeks reddened (the ones on my face!) and we continued on.