There Was a Time Before Judgement

Let’s all connect to our inner child who has not been told that whatever she makes is either bad or good.

Me, full of innocent confidence, in the Tyrolean Alps in 1976. Photo: Probably my late father.

“Connect to your innocence,” she said. “Connect to the time before you felt judged by other people or yourself. What does that feel like?” Strange is what it felt like. Vulnerable, rare, and raw. And sad. I cried a little last…