Inner Child

Choose Joy

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Choose Joy

Do you remember as a child the feeling you had when you were having fun, running, jumping, dancing around, intent in a game of whatever you loved? Feeling light as a feather, joyful, excited, yet relaxed, eyes open and sparkling, full of love of self and the moment.
And when have you felt like this as an adult? Falling in love, watching the awe-inspiring spectacle of Mother Nature, gliding gracefully on ice or the on the dance floor, watching a painting which takes your breath away? Whatever it is, you know the feeling – pure joy. Seems to me in that moment we are humming on all 8 cylinders – all the chakras and auras etc. etc., are all in their perfect places functioning as they were made to function.



The Inner Child – An Introduction

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The Inner Child – An Introduction

John Bradshaw brought the phrase Inner Child to the masses in the 80’s, and he has written several books on the subject. One of them, Homecoming, is dry and somewhat academic (for me) in places, but still has a lot of good information. Lucia Capacchione’s Recovery of Your Inner Child, written in 1991, has been the catalyst for my own work on the subject.



Inner Child – Inner Critic

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Inner Child – Inner Critic

Who’s voice are you hearing? Your mother, father, teacher, older relative, Mother Superior? You don’t have to look far to find the culprits in the past, and as children, their pronouncements were The Truth. The idea of a critical voice playing in our heads is not new. In Gestalt Therapy it is called the Top Dog, in Transactional Analysis it is the Critical Parent. For short, let’s call it The Critic.



Childish Sounds

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Childish Sounds

Leaving Mt. Shasta this summer, I went home the “scenic route” – by way of the ocean, which is my big love. I headed straight for it, and spent the first night in Monterey, so close to it that I could smell it, and hear the seagulls overhead – heaven. The next morning I spent 4 wonderful hours doing the gallery scene in Carmel, taking in so much beauty and being so inspired I could just burst. So it was no surprise that I took the top down on my car and turned the radio up high as I was “flying” down the coastline of this beautiful land.