A late reply to a closely felt topic:
Play is something increasingly becoming the central focus of my doings in this lifetime. Because I am entering my 60th year on this planet, this particular month, I feel the credence I bring is seasoned-earned (I wear it as a well weathered and fitted garment having held up over time).
What I offer is in the following algebraic formula:
Easy + Right = Simple + Play
Easy and right as is suggested by effortless effort, without force, by the softer voice within, the stepping onto a foot path of regenerative living by which doing is in concert with discovery, as natural as breath following pause.
Simple and Play, as is ‘Truth is Simple’. So simple to be overlooked with disdain by the knowing of mind, the familiar right to be right. The first to speak before listening is remembered as a way of grace and receiving. () In the remembering of grace and gratitude comes Play tagging at our robes, ragged and mud heavy.
Play, the sacred contract with NATURE. The way we speak our imaginations onto the canvas of creation, like a new word for the color on the tongue receiving Strawberry. For the language of a breeze on the forehead, sweaty by streetlight before returning home, the longest days of summer. Play by which worlds become.
Play, the manifestation tool we are given at birth, like fitted scabbards to charge the front of adulthood, as long a hold out as life allows; by constriction of externals, a practical thing. A laying aside of toys and magic for something we think we will know eventually. Until we don’t. Then we know and know and know and do and know and do. And begin to wonder.
And then perhaps a path to PLAY becomes again the manifestation tool we are equiped with for the act of PLAYING to know. Playing to do in a new way, a way of the imagination.
For isn’t it a crisis of imagination after all? Keeping us thinking Play is not serious, is not a vehicle of discovery, a vehicle of remembering the joy we entered this creation experiencing? A natural condition of our very BEING. We are inherently playful, creative beings.
So I propose the following considerations:
If SEEDs be a GAME and we players (in this context of play):
then SEEDS, true to itself as seeds are, be a CYCLE. rooting, sprouting, growing, fruiting and returning as seeds containing the value of season and habitat.
And we, the sowers of seeds, the collectors, the traders, the gardeners…become something parallel. We, the gatherers and foragers of value, in recognition of this sacred STEWARDSHIP become more hero or heroine and true to game, become engaged in QUEST as SOJOURNERS and STEWARDS.
I vote keep GAME and learn the art of PLAY.