I met my god daughter when she was about 6months. I’ve been blessed to watch her grow into a beautiful young girl and I believe she opened my heart to the beauty and innocence of life. She’s 7 now and oh how time flies! I remember when she was about 2 or 3years old, she particularly loved it when I threw her up in the air or carried her on my shoulders around the park. She always laughed profusely and her eyes glowed with joy. I recall a time came when I picked her up but she screamed when I tried to toss her in the air like always. She cried for me to put her down and I did. I realized that she was scared. I believe somewhere along the way, she had probably fallen, seen someone fall or had a not so pleasant experience with heights. So ever since then, I would have to reassure her before I could toss her up again. I think about this today and realize the connection between knowledge and fear. Because she knew she would hurt if she fell, she would rather not engage in something she liked. This is human nature and there’s no question there but sometimes this resistance prevents us from enjoying the life we desire.
I would love to hear any feedback, suggestions or stories about your own journey…
Unobservable Life 
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