Advertisement

The Bliss Blog

The Bliss Blog

Innocence

How many people could look into the eyes of an infant and not see innocence? Conversely, how many look into our adult eyes through our adult eyes and see something less than whole and holy? I am raising my hand as acknowledgement of both of those experiences. I have been poring through boxes upon boxes of stuff that I brought back from my parent’s South Florida condo since my mom died and  coming up with treasures, some in the form of old photos. This cutie pie is yours truly, circa 1959.  At about 6 months old, I was a happy camper, delighted with life, exploring the world around me. Well  loved, secure, surrounded by adoring parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandmothers, I hadn’t a care in the world. I didn’t yet know that my beloved maternal grandmother would die less than 4 years later, this 3rd parent who showered love and attention, fixing my hair in Shirley Temple curls. I called her Giggie, since I couldn’t pronounce anything even close to grandma or grandmom and the name stuck. She was one of the anchors of our family; a safe haven who my parents alway said had a money tree in the back yard since she also seemed to have what she and we needed in any eventuality. When my parents married, my dad moved into the house my mother was raised in and a year and a half after I was born, we all crossed the river from Philadelphia to Willingboro, NJ and moved into that new home where I lived until I was 18. Sadly, my grandmother had a stroke and passed a month or so after my 4th birthday. I sense that so much internalization of grief took place around that pivotal event, since shortly after that I was diagnosed with asthma. There are those who see a connection between grief and asthma and it makes sense to me. I felt sometimes as if my own life was ebbing away in the midst of asthma attacks.

Advertisement

As I am doing a great deal of work, healing those sometimes fragmented parts of myself; the one who knows that ultimately all is well and love still enfolds me and the one who doubts that I will ever feel whole, I am called on to recognize my infinite innocence. If only I was certain of the first, casting out the second. That darn spiritual amnesia keeps kickin’ up dust. It’s then that I look into the trusting eyes of that little one and swear to protect her with all I’ve got, since she is the me yet to be. She is, in effect, my ancestor and I am her progeny.

I encourage you to find a photo of yourself at an age where you could truly feel your innocence and have a dialogue with that little one.

http://youtu.be/2rALVgdoMHk Return to Innocence by Enigma

Previous Posts

Who's Your Gladys?- Book Review
You may have heard the adage: "People do business with those they know, like and trust." Business really IS about relationships. Reputation matters. The ways in which the owners treat their employees, contractors and customers/clients makes all ...

posted 10:09:07am Jul. 01, 2015 | read full post »

Inside Out Movie Review
Anticipation grew as I sat in a darkened movie theater with my friend Yvonne Kaye, waiting for the film to begin. Ever since I saw the trailer a few months earlier, I knew it was a must-see. Inside Out is a brain and heart child of the ...

posted 9:50:40am Jun. 29, 2015 | read full post »

Love Rules Supreme
I cried when I read the news. Happy tears for friends whose unions are now officially recognized in all 50 states. Some were legally married in their respective states, but could now claim to be 'legit' wherever they go. The Supreme Court ruled ...

posted 10:14:06pm Jun. 26, 2015 | read full post »

All Present and Accounted For
In the moment, I am aware of end of the day sleepy eyes ready to close. Good thing I can type without looking at the keyboard. A few decades as a journalist allows for that talent. Amazing that I was relatively challenged in high school, or was ...

posted 10:13:54pm Jun. 24, 2015 | read full post »

Facing Life- A Ten Week Journey-Week Two
I began this experience a week ago, with my friend Deva/Debra Troy as she offered me the opportunity to experience the modality of Facial Reflex Therapy as created by Lone Sorensen. I had already noticed a distinct shift in energy following the ...

posted 8:42:54pm Jun. 23, 2015 | read full post »

Advertisement


Report as Inappropriate

You are reporting this content because it violates the Terms of Service.

All reported content is logged for investigation.