Mud is to spring, as playing is to...

breathing, eating, sleeping. Yup, I do believe playing is up there with those "staying alive" necessities. Because for me playing - getting into mud, laughing maniacally while eating mud or painting mud pictures on a car window is our body's reminder of our innate lighthearted being-ness. We all played in some shape or form when we were little and when we did we bounced or flowed from one problem to the next. As Karla McLaren states in her incredible book, The Language of our Emotions, "Being allowed to laugh, clown, fool around, and play allows children to flow into and out of struggles and to continually  replenish and resource themselves by moving fluidly between work and play." Shouldn't that statement be the same for adults and don't we all want that fluidity in our being? As the saying goes, "Life, when lived fully, dances lightly from test to test." So, all this is my way of jumping up and down on my bed while chewing gum and drinking pee-colored soda and yelling, "Come to Oofa Miaow," come and relearn the gift of play. OOFA MIAOW! MAY 7 AND 21.

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