I see a girl who took bits of cloth and sewed them into clothing for her dolls, taught herself to embroider, always read, loved gardens and used her imagination. She pretended she was going west in a covered wagon, spun for hours at her "Little Red Spinning Wheel" and danced whenever there was music. She didn't know it but she was collecting little bits of bliss and storing them away.
Well, we all grow up. Most of us move away from a lot of what we instinctively do as children. We have responsibilities, work and don't spend enough time playing. But life takes a wrong turn when you take the bliss out. That little kid was smart. I'm going to remember what she liked. You'll find me putting those pursuits back in my life. I'm happier following my bliss.