From The Eyes of a Child

stultifies and deadens our central core where the magical child resides. Energy is blocked, unable to stream through the magical child, which creates a disturbing imbalance in the psyche. We forget that the magical child even exists as a vague lackluster that bestirs a yearning for something more in life.  

The magical child expresses our natural state of being. Society bridles the inner child’s wildness and conditions us to fear our unsophisticated, ingenuous, spontaneous, unconstrained essential individuality. Afraid of losing control and possibly being rejected by the community, we become tightly wrapped—keeping the magical child’s play at bay—determined not to be a fool. So the dismissed magical child, like a shy animal who lives in the woods, waits at the edge to be invited out. 

We are now being asked to reclaim, believe in, embody and celebrate the magical child. We need to trust this great Keeper of Wonder. He/she transforms our life from a black and white movie to dazzling technicolor. A happily expressed magical child issues cascades of creative pizzazz that infuse each moment with glittering gleaming potential. Then every day is special regardless of our duties and obligations.  

Many of us have explored inner terrain in therapy and become acquainted with our wounded child. We’ve probably spent hours connecting with and sending love to that hurt child for healing. This profound work is often crucial to our transformation. However sometimes this self-examination creates a relationship with the inner child based on pain, wounds, trauma. We often connect to the inner child’s moments of shattered innocence to release frozen emotions.  

While this loving attention is healing, we often reference only the

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