Five, living without Fear

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Somone who poops, farts

and picks a nose

in public

without

fear

of

Our

Mother

Nature’s

Indecency.

p.s. At five, I was also sure every religious way to our Higher Power was right. That we all are going to, or already in, Heaven.

Now at 45, I can confirm that, indeed, the five-year old inside is still spot on. There is No debating Her.

Enough said, now go.

Eat some magical beans and pick your mystical nose until you can truly BREATHE deeper.

Perhaps even a breath that is without attachment to another thought. Even those thoughts that arise about how right you are about all the wrongs you still find in this One life.

There is a life where there is no when. We all still have a five year old inside just waiting to laugh as She farts publicly (and uses his shirt as a Kleenex).

<The Mother inside (me) nodded Her head in full agreement.>