I have so many pictures of myself like this, with my little brother, in some careless childhood adventure.
Before we settled into our lives as adults...education, careers, bills, marriage, house renos, pregnancy, birth, parenthood, debt, miscommunication, that constant striving towards some future goal. The true gift of childhood is being carefree. You could sit in a cold mud puddle, without even thinking about how you were going to get into the house without dripping mud everywhere. Someone else was taking care of having a warm bubble bath ready when you came in, and dinner would be on the table once you were rubbed dry with a soft, clean towel. Your pyjamas and bed were safe and inviting, and you'd go to sleep without a care, wake up when your body felt rested, and begin another day of exploring the world and all its pleasures.
Lately I've been thinking about those times in my life when I was untethered...when I went where my boots took me, didn't worry about what was in my fridge, explored all the questions and wonderings inside me, and "followed knowledge like a sinking star". Is there a way to find balance in our adult lives, to "drink life to the lees" without completely abandoning the lives we've carefully created? This restless soul is wondering.
Thanks to Alfred, Lord Tennyson, dear deceased poet, for the quotes that have chased me all my life.