Being a child
There is something incredibly, beautifully magical about many things in life. Too often though we rush past them so quickly that we are not properly aware of our adult ignorance, much like we are oblivious to beggars in doorways and tube entrances around London.
Occasionally there is the opportunity to bring some of the childhood wonder back to the fore and I’m having a few days like that just now. I’m in Brussels, Belgium. In the last three days I have indulged in good food, good wine and good beer. I have walked around the inside of an iron crystal, magnified 165 billion times. I’ve watched a couple of emotional films: sherrybaby and the well known Atonement. I went down to Ghent, mostly to wonder at how incredibly cold and wet it was. And I returned to Brussels to marvel at the settling snow and eat a gorgeous waffle smothered in rich chocolate that well and truly covered my fingers and beard in a way that even a kid would take pride in.
I have photos of many of these things, but they will have to wait due to not having a cable to escort them onto the internet.
The reality is that I need to worry less about wasting my time being a child. Something I know in my head but I need to re-instil the truth into my heart.
Happy Easter.
Posted: March 21st, 2008 9:35 pm under life.
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