Beschrijving
Some angels remember the child you were before the world taught you to forget.
Guardian of the Inner Child knows the version of you who climbed trees without fear, who made magic from acorns and leaves, who believed in impossible things. She holds that memory safe while you’ve been busy being grown up.
Her long braided hair carries the innocence of childhood – the kind that doesn’t need explaining. Her green dress flows like meadow grass, like the wild freedom you had before you learned to walk in straight lines. The acorns at her feet are reminders that even the mightiest oak was once small and vulnerable.
She wears a patterned belt that looks like the kind of treasure a child would tie around their waist and call it magic. Because it was. Because it still is.
Her presence feels both ancient and eternally young – the part of you that never stopped believing, just learned to whisper instead of shout.
Ze koos jou als:
- You’ve forgotten how to play without purpose
- Your inner child needs permission to be messy and alive
- You’re healing wounds from when you were small
- You need to remember that joy doesn’t need a reason
- You’re learning to parent yourself with kindness
Holding her feels like finding something you buried in the garden as a child. Like permission to be whole again.
Deze engel heeft haar thuis gevonden
Ze heeft gevonden voor wie ze bestemd was. Maar er zijn andere beschermers die in de wol en de stilte wachten - elk verschillend, elk precies wetend wie hen nodig heeft.
