Little Amelia...

When she looked at her reflection,
she found that she could see more than the surface.

It was possible to look deep inside herself
and to see her unique qualities.

It helped her to accept and get more comfortable with being her.

She knew it wasn't always possible for others
to understand or really see her.

But the more she understood herself,
the less that seemed to matter.

Amelia...

Her hands were so simple
and when she pressed them together
it was as if she made a wish or said  a prayer.

It seemed her deepest thoughts were set free to fly.
Winging their way to explore the big wide world of hopes and dreams.

Later they would return and whisper stories of courage, peace and beauty.

Although she seemed stuck in a certain place,
she always believed that she was part of much bigger things.

That's the thing...the struggle to believe.
 Even though you seem powerless in certain situations,
it's possible that life is  moving in a positive direction,
whether you can see it now or not.

Little Amelia...

Little Amelia could tell so much about a person,
by how they played, or interacted.

Because of her quietness,
others felt comfortable to share their doubts and fears...
 even their hopes and dreams.
or what was weighing on their hearts.

   She could recognise feelings and

      difficulties that were just below the surface.

It seemed that as people shared their joys and problems

they had a greater sense of themselves,

 and life made just a little more sense...

(Funny that at times it seems like we're doing nothing,

but really "the quiet little nothing"

is what gives space for a safe connection, 

and ends up to be "an important big something".)

  

Little Amelia...

For little Amelia it was all about imagination...
that was what made everything possible.

That's what made her real and bought her to life,
with imagination she could go anywhere
and do anything.

All she needed was someone to play with.

Little Amelia...

She had the sweet knowing smile of a Russian Princess...
 A poise and quiet  that cut through all pretence,
and went directly to the heart.

It was slightly disconcerting...
but the honesty of her connection was reassuring.

In reality she was no more than a wooden doll,
but mysteriously her delightful qualities
were all part of the imagination
of her creator....
In a way she was able to bring to life
some of the beauty and delight that at times he felt so keenly.