Play in the Every day means that every moment of my life can be part of my playful journey if I let it or want it to be so.
Play in the Every day: Lila
‘Play in the Everyday’ — DEFINITELY NOT our culture’s view of play.
By the time I’ve gotten out of bed in the morning I’ve re-called my night dreams and recorded them, made an intention for the day, given thanks for a few of the people and events in my life that I am grateful for, and meditated.
I’m playing with it all and I’ve just begun my day!
Lila, our 4-month-old basset puppy has changed both my sleep and morning routine. Its 2:30am and she’s up and ready to rock-and-roll! Patience comes into play here as we take care of her needs and remember that our sleep deprivation will pass.
Lila provides me with plenty of reminders to play since play=puppy!
As I have committed to a practice of ‘playing in the everyday’ it doesn’t take long even in the most challenging of moments to remember that there are always choices about how to play in the moment with any circumstance or life event.
When I become impatient (and believe me I do!) I often begin to sing which creates a shift that helps me see in that moment how can I play with my impatience and transform it.
Play in the Everyday: At the Gym Again
Oh my gosh! I’m at the gym again. Believe me, it’s not my favorite place to play but I’ve created a schedule that has already benefitted me with a greater sense of physical well-being. I’m going slow with it.
I stretch in the morning. Without stretching I am much more likely to injure myself at the gym, feel achy, and I don’t sleep as well. So stretching is a must.
A few years ago I came across a book by Jane Pretat, Coming to Age: The Croning Years and Late-Life Transformation. Jane’s book is true to what I’ve experienced as a woman who is growing older in a youth-oriented culture.
Play in the Everyday: Handwriting
Play in the Everyday: Gardening & the Unexpected
My garden’s growth is beginning to slow although I am told that the kale will continue to grow winter long. Time to put the garden to bed. Time for rest.
We transferred raspberry starts in September. The ever-bearing variety that produce fruit in July and September. Apples are growing in abundance. So good in my morning oatmeal, yum!
The last of the cherry tomatoes are ready to harvest. Its a joy to offer some of the harvest from our garden to neighbors and our local food banks and kitchens. Next year I’d like to offer recipes and simple cooking demonstrations at our community garden. So many folks only open up cans and processed food and never consider using fresh produce.
Last night our toilet wouldn’t flush when we were ready to go to bed. It was too late to call the plumber and we know from a previous visit that our beautiful cedar tree has produced roots that are blocking our sewer system and repairs ultimately will be costly. Arghh! Michael drove down the hill, flashlight in hand, and found his way to a port-a-potty that is located by the high school track. He came back upset, I listened and helped him as best I could saying very little. After talking Lila outside for her nightly constitutional we finally settled under the covers. Then, at 3am the smoke alarm started to bleep in the middle of the night!
It heartens me, that, in the middle of this continuing saga, I remembered, you guessed it, playing in the everyday. Playing with ways to listen deeply, problem solve, and take action is a gift that offers me the opportunity to move ahead in compassionate, life-giving ways even in the midst of problems with elimination and surprises that arise in the dark of the night.
Play has helped me move into much more difficult circumstances than the blockage problem. With daily practice I play with both mundane circumstances of life and the metaphors of releasing what needs to be eliminated. Playing with what presents itself in my daily life helps me discern what is most important in my life and creates new ways of embracing what is vital and life-giving.