What is it about getting older?
Have I forgotten how to play?
Libby, my lab, is a master with her,
looks-like-I’ve-been-doing-something-mischievous-grin,
as she returns from wandering outside.
I played often as a child:
hide and seek, kick the can, make believe.
Dress-up clothes from the box kept for us in the basement –
Peter Pan and I was Captain Hook.
There’s something about a good, bad villain
that intrigues me.
When my children were younger
we spent hours together:
flying on swings,
gliding down slides,
monkeying our way across the jungle gym.
Now they are older.
I hear Play’s vociferous invitation!
‘Let’s get together:
walk in the rain, splash in puddles,
kick up our heels,
snuggle with a book,
laugh with friends,
get out the dress-up box.’
How will play invite you today? Join us as we practice #31days of #soulstrolling #prompts.
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Sharon Richards 