My yoga instructor quoted Carl Jung this morning as she tried to align all of us to take our best breath yet. Jung said that the creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity.
The "Play Instinct" is a necessity.
Interesting.
It is indeed in play that we truly observe the world revolving and can be present in that miraculous fact. I have not been engaging in that highest level of learning in quite sometime...
Muddled in the laborious and task filled days of rearing a precocious eight month old I guess.
Don't get me wrong, being a literal whipping post for him to bite and pull up onto his wavering chubby feet 100 times before dawn has a certain appeal. But there comes a time when picking smashed bananas from his ample tufts of hair is not an enjoyable form of recreation and it begins to lose its luster.
But should it?
Don't get me wrong, being a literal whipping post for him to bite and pull up onto his wavering chubby feet 100 times before dawn has a certain appeal. But there comes a time when picking smashed bananas from his ample tufts of hair is not an enjoyable form of recreation and it begins to lose its luster.
But should it?
Could it be that play is not necessarily an action but a disengaging of a mindset that keeps us believing that there is only time for work and rest and work and rest.
The play is when we are our true authentic beings, surrendering to the kind of world and temperature in which we would most want to dwell. The play is when we are out best most efficient, contributing selves. The play is when we are truly aware.
The play is when we are our true authentic beings, surrendering to the kind of world and temperature in which we would most want to dwell. The play is when we are out best most efficient, contributing selves. The play is when we are truly aware.
I know myself well enough that the moment I step away from the musts and the shoulds and embrace the cans, I release in that joy. That same joy that we once lost ourselves in, only to look up to see the streetlights were illuminated and mom was calling us in for dinner. Play is when every little thing is gonna be alright. This hardened belief of a regimented life makes this exhausted Mommy dull and tarnished, giving a visual representation to the phrase "run ragged".
I want to feel like I just played Barbies for three hours without ceasing amongst the cooking, cleaning, tugging, pulling, and screaming.
I step outside my hole in which I've lived and behold...
But soft what light through yonder window breaks, it is the sun. The scrub brush turns a burnt amber before my eyes. I sit under the swaying pines and a radiant maple. Savoring the gingerbread syrup in my afternoon tea, a gentle breeze collides with the glow of the four o'clock light. A lone duck waits on the waters edge. I stretch out on a bench, take my best breath and say this is play.
I want to feel like I just played Barbies for three hours without ceasing amongst the cooking, cleaning, tugging, pulling, and screaming.
I step outside my hole in which I've lived and behold...
But soft what light through yonder window breaks, it is the sun. The scrub brush turns a burnt amber before my eyes. I sit under the swaying pines and a radiant maple. Savoring the gingerbread syrup in my afternoon tea, a gentle breeze collides with the glow of the four o'clock light. A lone duck waits on the waters edge. I stretch out on a bench, take my best breath and say this is play.
And where I long to stay.
