When I was at Esalen, I wrote about the child I was before I went to school and entered the world of rules, judgment and competition. My early years froliced in an idyllic neighborhood where children ran between doors and homes, and all seemed open and easy. That is my perception anyway. I know I painted the side of the house one time with mud and I was not punished, because my dad said I was never told not to do that. My friend who shared the experience with me was forcefully spanked, and I remember her howls, so I know my idyll was mine, and I have been spending these weeks since I left Esalen returning to that place, to that girl who was so mature even at 1, 2, 3, and four.
As Jane and I spoke this morning, she was reminded of this quote:
From “Markings” by Dag Hammerskjold
Maturity: Among other things, the unclouded happiness of the child at play who takes it for granted that he is at one with his playmates.
Perhaps that says it all. Jane is going back also, feels I have given her permission to remember this place of innocence in her own life, of wholeness.
May we all live Mature, aware of innocence, joy, oneness, and grace.