Pink Goo

"Look, Aha, it turned purple!"

"Why, Aha? Now, it's pink!" she exclaims with great wonder and joy.

My sweet, Addi is playing with some gooey, squeezy stuff- kinda like silly putty used to be- but much cooler, transparent and sparkly. It has a slight strawberry scent and has been the source of her undivided attention for an hour. We have made masks to cover our noses, eyes and big giant pink lips...

Now, the goo is one big pink pancake.

Addisyn Cain is now 3 plus and incessantly asks "why".... Do you remember when you were filled with imagination, awe and amazement? She marvels and the wind, the sunsets, the river, the tiny spiders that crawl all over her outside table. The amount of questions she has equates with the amount of joy. I have never equated the two, until right now. Joy & Questions. Curiosity & Vitality.

I wonder- is this what happens-?

People grow old, they stop asking questions, and assume they have all the answers and in the process, they begin to lose precious joy and vitality.

Are we so distracted and anxious that we no longer know or care to stop and pay attention to the moment? What would it take for you to be mesmerized by sunsets, smiles, gooey stuff, and pretend pink pancakes?

Now, she serves fresh strawberries on the pink pancake, asking, "How is it?".

Her imagination is not yet confined by her inner critic or dreams' that society labels rational or "crazy".

I take a big hug bite of the pretend strawberry pancake and I squeeze her tiny, sturdy body and exclaim "It's perfect! Thank you!"

The words of Christ echo through my mind, the kingdom of God has come near now.

Amen. Thank you God. God of wonder and God of joy.