Highly Sensitive Children may have a difficult time with sight, visualization, and depth perception.
It may appear as if their limbs, like Gumby, are stretchy and bendy. Clumsy in nature, awkwardly bumbling against the walls of their reality as they navigate through, around, and over dimensions of time and space.
Sensitives see beyond tangible objects right into the boundless cosmos.
A blackboard now a gateway to
Sensitives can be anywhere, at any time without warning or notice. They perceive shapes, colors, and realities beyond what most people see. Sometimes they are “out there” rather than right here.
Or here rather…. than there.
Anywhere, and nowhere at the same time.
Sometimes their eyes glaze over fuzzy and foggy, reality melds with fantasy as they fall into fairy realms and dance in invisible fields of light and color.
They track their soul through the wings of a butterfly and find missing pieces of self that were lost long ago. While chasing winged creatures, they trip over the raised concrete right under their tipping toes.
Sometimes the sensitive child
Sometimes they feel brave enough to share their story and invite others into their fantasy land. The personal storybook of purpose teeming with life. They seek companionship and validation in hopes to find others like themselves.
The (over)sharing of this book is where it always inevitably seems to collapse leaving them wonder if they are truly alone or understood.
From fields of
A face right in front of
They may look at you and know answers to unasked questions like,
who were you many lifetimes ago?
Who are you now?
Who you will become?
They see you in rips and tears, cracks of light covered over by streaks of gray around your skin. They can see your truth as you tuck away your pain and strife. Sensitives see nuances, and body language that
But don’t dare look into the soul of a sensitive and strip them bare. They’ll only avoid your eyes and glance up at the sky to avoid a penetrating gaze.
Sometimes a highly sensitive is scolded for the maneuvering of their bumbling body;
“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!”
“ YOU’RE SO UNGRACEFUL!”
“YOU’RE SUCH A MESS!”
Society is unforgiving to their clumsy nature. People are so impatient with the fool who dares to see the world from upside down. Strangers and family alike are intolerant to the messy parts.
They’re frustrated when they take a bit longer… or when they rush through in spite of it.
They notice when someone is bothered by how long it takes to assimilate to their surroundings. And once a sensitive does finally settle in, they look around only to find out they never fit in
It’s so complicated to stand in
Consistently steered away from the way they see the world.
Forced into a perception that is senseless to them.
They’re left wondering why people DON’T see unicorns dancing in invisible rainbow showers.
Instead, the sensitive child plays along for the benefit of others.
Oops, they’ve tripped over your reality, again, trying to pretend
Another shattered glass on the marble floor, another, “what was that” mumbled under bashful breaths.
A giant blundering
Can we, as humans, begin to see this as not a symbol of brokenness but, as a sign of cosmic sight?
Can we learn to nourish these gifts instead of
Can we agree it’s no longer necessary to ‘neaten up’ their reality for the comfort of others?
Why is there such a demand for boxes, containers, and labels?
Why is the need for logic MORE important than the natural state of a
When a sensitive soul is literally spilling over, can you meet them there?
Will you accept the fairy, ghosts, and angels that visit your child’s awareness?
Can you suspend your judgments and look closer into how they may be pulled into many directions?
Are you willing to accept their reality is just as important as yours?
Let’s look at the Sacred Grace of the ‘ungraceful’ child.
Let’s assume only the greatest and highest aspirations reside in the temple body of the sensitive mind.
Let’s help them instill faith in their unique movement.
Can we display trust in our sweet babes
That just MAYBE, they are not weird or quirky at all… but are guided by something greater than ourselves?
There is nothing wrong, messy, or broken with the sensitive child who consistently trips over their own two feet.
Let’s promise to make space for those who see things differently, not better or worse, just what is natural for each one of us.
And if you can not do this, kindly move out of the way