When did you start calling yourself Sylly? I figure it was when her body was two years old too. That may seem like a very long time to her, but to me it happened in a flash.
Back then she believed in me, she believed in magic and she believed in the power of hugs and in the power of limitless giggles. Then Sylvia started to grow up, and the belief in magic started to fade as the pain of life started to stack up inside of her. Until now.
I can see you shine in her eyes, Sylly. I can see the mischief and the abundance of you radiate within her. I can see your creativity blossom inside of her, I can see her hands create beauty in a way that brings tears to this old man’s eyes.
Sometimes she gives up hope, though. Sometimes she gets overwhelmed by all the emotions that she kept within for so many years that she forgets that she is here on earth to play.
It is up to you to remind her of that. Show her that every snowflake that falls is magical in itself. Show her that the moon sometimes winks at her just because it can. Show her that in the depth of winter, magic is present in abundance. Show her that it is ok to dance once in a while, no matter where she is.
She has started to smile without knowing why she smiles now, that is good. She should do that more often. It’s up to you to let her do that, and to let her see that it is ok to love. Show her that it is ok to just love everyone and everything. Including herself. All of herself, not just the parts that she shows to the outside world, but her depth too, her emotions, all the colours of her rainbow that you are such an integral part of.
Teach her that there is no greater joy than creating. Teach her that there is no limit to what she can create, she has all that she needs to bring everything she can imagine into the world. She has you. Show her that all she needs to do to bring your forth completely is to stay in the moment. Fully aware. The moment, the now, is all that she needs, not the past, not the future. Every breath, every heartbeat, every action a perfect moment in time.
Make her dance in the joy of being one with you. Make her sing and shine as she lives the path you have chosen her for, a deep, joyful soul-dance that only you can guide.
And believe me, she needs to become one with you. Take it from an old, wise man, the older you get, the more you realize that your greatest joy is to be one with the child inside of you. Don’t waste another day, Sylly. Play together and make the world a better, warmer, loving place. It’s your combined love and magic that makes it happen.
With a big hug, wink and nudge,
Sylvia van Bruggen is a creative yogini, author and and adventurer of life. She uses her gifts of intuition and playful creativity to help others play their way to a joyful life. You can find her just released book: Ganesha’s Blessings on Smashwords.
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