Bottle it up

For my children…

I want to bottle it up.

Your unbridled wildness. Your dancing without hesitation and singing with enthusiasm. Your freedom when you draw, paint and create. Your unrestrained anger and very, very loud cries. Your imagination that lacks even an ounce of self-judgement.

I want to bottle it up and save it for you.

So as you get older and try to fit in, as many of us do, I can sneak you little sips of your bubbly weirdness. So you can always know the taste of who you are and what you love and what makes your bodies and minds and spirits hum with aliveness.

And I want the rest of us to remember our own wildness is there for the tasting. It may be bottled up, a dusty old vintage in the corner of the basement. But it’s there. Waiting to be uncorked.