I respect the wisdom of my child spirit
My child spirit is flying a kite. A kite depends on the wind for lift. I can run and run and run and never get it up in the air. Yet with just a breath of wind, whoosh and up it goes.
An experienced kite-flier now, I never waste my time running in circles on still days. I sit quietly, enjoying the stillness. When I feel the air start to move, I'm ready. I let out some string and my kite climbs higher and higher, until it's almost out of sight. I play with the balance: If I let the string go slack, the kite will fly away forever. If I pull too hard, it will tumble down to the ground. If I keep some tension on the string, the kite soars and glides and loops until I bring it down.
My inner child inherently knows the balance between holding on and letting go. I know I need to learn both to have healthy intimate relationships. Today I will remember the feeling of flying a kite. I will respect the wisdom of my inner child.