Scaletrix

My inner child is a boy. I met him in a meditation in art therapy, and witnessed  him from afar for a while. Such a cute red haired chubby innocent. He was intensely focused on his scalectrix, watching the cars go round the figure of eight track with little plastic pine trees and pit stops. When I asked him if he had a message for me, he let me know that ‘it’s okay to be fascinated’.