A slow reintroduction to the little girl who used to move all the time.
A remembering of a time when I used to crawl around; taking my body wherever it yearned to go.
That same child who grew to be told “no”, “Get up off the floor.”, who lost that exploration.
A revisiting of the version of me who needed those movements, the ground, so much.
A sweet “Hello!” from the child that lives within.
The child whom I forgot in my teens, my twenties, all the way to today.
A beckoning to come play.
A returning to myself.