Somehow there is a part of me that will always be a child. I have never noticed how I have transitioned and matured as a woman. The little child is always there watching, sometimes squeezing a few tears in the process, telling the adult me to behave and not be so foolish as to lose the moment, the hunger for life, the pure thoughts, the joy, the inquisitive mind, the limitless heart that wants to create, the sense for adventure, the young girl who trusts and loves. That little girl comes around from time to time reminding me to be still, to realise what really matters, to flow, not to worry, not to hurry, to let go and be free.
copyright Rowena Isidro 2013