‘My name is Soulfly and I am the soul of love. How about you, my crumpled butterfly?
‘They call me Afhar, that is, Joy, and I am one of the souls of love that managed to get this far.’
‘Why is your shadow half and a bit? What happened to your other wing?’
‘The pain wounded it’, say the eyes of the foreign butterfly … ‘ (from The Butterfly of the Shadow by Sophia Mandouvalou)

I think in the 1990s the main focus of healing and growth was on the wounded inner child that carried our hurts and traumas, but there is another aspect of our inner world that we can tap into, which contains the characteristics of the child archetype, if we want to use this term, and is that part of us that is innocent, curious, playful, creative and expressive and wants to be seen, acknowledged and heard. Charles Whitfield (2001) writes that the concept of the inner child has been part of our universal culture for at least 2,000 years, and that among others Alice Miller and Donald Winnicot refer to it as our true self.  In the introduction of his book Healing the Child Within he writes that our inner child is that part of the self that lives, acts, creates and feels satisfaction, but with the aid of our often unaware parents and the support of our society most of us end up denying our inner child that is our authentic self. Carl Jung said that ‘in every adult there lurks a child, an eternal child, something that is always becoming, is never completed, and calls for unceasing care, attention and education. This is part of the human personality which wants to develop and become whole’. Having access to the different parts of ourself or archetypes can help us move into wholeness. Connecting to our inner child is like finding a portal to our soul. Calling on our child archetype, in particular, can assist us in tapping into new possibilities, creativity and emotions, and also, maybe begin to recapture the lost opportunities of play and wonder. This part of ourself  holds our quirky uniqueness, which has often been supressed by others or/and abandoned by us. Many societal contexts, authority figures, and even our peers are conducive to the repression of our creative spirit; however, too much repression of this child archetypal energy can keeps us obedient and stuck in boxes and unimaginative lives. But life requires we sometimes call on childlike qualities like wonder, curiosity and thirst for learning, creativity and play. Connecting to this aspect of our psyche can lead to new discoveries and gifts, and a less fearful or cynical and more loving and compassionate nature.

We catch glimpses of this part in us when we are playing, being creative, doing art, having fun, interacting or playing with our children or engaging with our adult hobbies and ‘toys’. A few days ago I watched the new Mary Poppin’s film, which brought delight to both the adult me and my inner child. The entire movie is filled with amazing visuals and inspiring lines, and I must admit that I gleaned a lot of new insights from my adult perspective. I think the line ‘you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a child’ is one underlying theme in the film. We often forget what it was like to be a child, and also, what we knew as children to be true. Maybe Mary Poppins has captured the collective imagination for so long because she seems to open the door to our deeper knowing and imagination as she creates opportunities for the children to explore the unknown and ask questions and then gives them space to create their own meaning and find their own authentic perspectives. She seems to effortlessly integrate the demands of daily life with a fantasy world, the conscious with the unconscious, the visible with the invisible. She is efficient at critical thinking and also has a rich unbounded imagination.

Another thing I did over these last few weeks, which I am sure gave lots of pleasure to the child within me, is buy a new children’s book, The Butterfly of the Shadow / Η πεταλούδα της σκιάς (Εκδόσεις Μεταίχμιο), written by Sophia Mandouvalou and illustrated by Fotini Stefanidi. I had not indulged in something like this for ages, but I have always loved children’s books. JK Rowlings says ‘if it’s a good book, anyone will read it. I’m totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood’ and Gretchen Rubin writes: ‘truly great picture books are engaging at any age, beautiful and beautifully written, and yet we don’t think of them as something we would seek out as adults. And when we think of enjoying “art,” it’s easy to imagine going to a museum–but the pleasure of art comes in many forms, and the art of picture books is a delight. Also, at least for me, reading picture books brings back many happy memories, and that’s a happiness-booster, as well……Recently, I made a list of some of my favorite lines from classic children’s picture books. This is my favorite kind of thing to do. I love quotes, and I love picture books’ (from https://gretchenrubin.com/2012/08/whats-your-favorite-line-from-a-childrens-picture-book/).  These can all be activities that nurture our inner child, imagination and creativity.  Anyway, Sophia Mandouvalou has written 80 books for children among other things. She claims that she belongs to the citizens of the world who are working for the daily revolution of reality for a better world. She writes: ‘From a very early age I remember my heart opening to allow the joy and grief of my friends to come in and become her own. As I got older, my tendency to show compassion and sympathy, to try to understand others and to identify with their feelings also grew. Until, without my even being aware of it, ‘I feel with you’ became a way of life … Later I learned that this ability is called empathy and is essential for a better world ‘

 For Longing by John O’Donohue

Blessed be the longing that brought you here / and quickens your soul with wonder.

May you have the courage to listen to the voice of desire
that disturbs you when you have settled for something safe.

May you have the wisdom to enter generously into your own unease
to discover the new direction your longing wants you to take.

May the forms of your belonging – in love, creativity, and friendship –
be equal to the grandeur and the call of your soul.

May the one you long for long for you.
May your dreams gradually reveal the destination of your desire.

May a secret providence guide your thought and nurture your feeling.

May your mind inhabit your life with the sureness
with which your body inhabits the world.

May your heart never be haunted by ghost-structures of old damage.

May you come to accept your longing as divine urgency.
May you know the urgency with which God longs for you.

Let us step outside for a moment by May Sarton

As the sun breaks through clouds / And shines on wet new fallen snow, / And breathe the new air.

So much has died that had to die this year. / We are dying away from things. / It is a necessity—we have to do it

Or we shall be buried under the magazines, / The too many clothes, the too much food

We have dragged it all around / Like dung beetles / Who drag piles of dung

Behind them on which to feed, / In which to lay their eggs

Let us step outside for a moment / Among ocean, clouds, a white field, / Islands floating in the distance

They have always been there. / But we have not been there. / We are going to drive slowly

And see the small poor farms, / The lovely shapes of leafless trees / Their shadows blue on the snow

We are going to learn the sharp edge / Of perception after a day’s fast / There is nothing to fear.

About this revolution / Though it will change our minds / Aggression, violence, machismo

Are fading from us / Like old photographs / Faintly ridiculous……………….

Already there are signs. / Young people plant gardens / Fathers change their babies’ diapers / And are learning to cook

Let us step outside for a moment  / It is all there / Only we have been slow to arrive / At a way of seeing it

Unless the gentle inherit the earth / There will be no earth