The Joy of Playing


I am the happiest when I am picking up rocks, getting dirty in a river or creek, and making mud pies after the rain has passed through.  I wasn’t allowed to do this as a child.  Cleanliness was a virtue, right up there with Godliness.  Now as a middle-aged woman I get to revert to playing as much as possible. I get to laugh at the privilege of living simply. Very few people know this side of me.  This is my private and goofy time to interact with Mother Earth.

Today after a long struggle with writing articles I decided to leave my office space and go into our creek. The water was cold but so spectacularly clear.  I saw a rock, heard it calling for me to fetch it in the middle of the waterfalls, and I had to go after it.  Almost lost my balance in the slippery algae-filled stones but I laughed all the way back to the edge.  Eventually I couldn’t help it and I sat in the middle of the flowing river.  It’s beyond delicious.

The presence of something greater than me lives in these mountains and beacons for me to join the mysteries.  I cannot teach this to others, or encourage them to follow me into the depth of rivers fishing out whatever is enticing me.  All I know is that in those moments I am not joyous, I am pure ecstasy.  I am not happy, I am complete contentment.  I beam with giddiness, laughter, and the innocence of a child.  The city girl with high heels, hoop earrings and great outfits is still in me.  But, I have witnessed the stripping of the superficial and material world. Nature has taught me many lessons in regards to release and surrendering. I love the simplicity of holding a rock in my hands and feeling the energy of the Divine.  I enjoy participating in sun and moon showers and witnessing parts of the earth drain away from me. I can truly feel the earth vibrate, breathe, and exhale from the seasons changing. I have become a real-life fairy in that aspect. And, regardless what I am doing outside I never understand how I get mud in my ears and hair when I haven’t been completely submerged in the dirt or waters.  Somehow the Earth wants me to take pieces of Her home.

I only hope that in the midst of busyness, craziness, and modern life routines you can take time to play in whatever calls for you.  You will always find the truth of who you are by growing down rather than up.  You will find the Oneness of your spiritual truth. Creativity sets us free. Silliness is marvelous! There is always extra time to play…because in the end those are the moments your soul will cherish.

To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature.  Most persons do not see the sun.  At least they have a very superficial seeing.  The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child.  The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.”  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson



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