Around the Mulberry Bush

So, do you remember the children's rhyme: 
                           Here we go round the Mulberry Bush the Mulberry Bush the Mulberry Bush.
                           Here we go round the Mulberry Bush so early in the morning!!
Why do you think we were going around that bush?  As a little child it was fun running around in circles.  It didn't matter that there was no destination.  It didn't matter that we were wasting time.  It didn't matter whether we skipped or ran or slowly made it round that bush.  We were free.

As an adult I watch my child skip around the bush and I pat my toe impatiently.  Doesn't he know I have some place to be?  Doesn't he know it's hot and I am just standing here?  Doesn't he know he is just running in circles??  Yet, he is happy!  He is content!  He is free.

Sometimes we must take a deep breath!  Feel the moment.  Not for what we can accomplish in it.  Not for how long it will take.  Not for what we get out of it.  Just for a moment relish in the nothingness of it.  Be FREEEEEEEEE!!! 

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