When I was little, I felt the most at ease staring at the pedalspetals of a flower and gazing into the blue skies talking to godGod as if he were there standing before me. To survive, I had to escape a lot. The safest place for me back then was in my daydreams. I had a world all to myself. I was the master of my destiny. When it rained and the sky roared with thunder, I chose to run into the storm and play. I didn't hide. Instead, I saw adventure and thrill. Where did that child-like wonder go? I hit 13 and I become someone I didn't recognize for a very long time. Yoga helped me to peel back a few layers. Writing, writing helps ground me, and plant medicine continues to free my spirit. I have a picture of myself as a little girl, naked playing in the rain, it. It sits on my harmonium and it reminds me that little girl is still within me, ready to play in the rain, pick wildflowers and sing my heart out. What are you doing today to connect with your little child-self?