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The Value of Playfulness: Live Each Moment to the Fullest

 

image-7If I had to live my life over again,

I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.

I’d relax

I would limber up.

I would be sillier than I have been this trip.

I would take few things seriously.

I would take more chances.

I would take more trips.

I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers.

I would eat more ice cream and less beans.

I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I’m one of those people who live seriously and sanely hour after hour, day after day.

Oh, I’ve had my moments.

And if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them.

In fact, I’d try to have nothing else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.

I’ve been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute.

If I had to do it over again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had to live my life over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.

I would go to more dances.

I would ride more merry-go-rounds.

I would pick more daisies.

~Nadine Stair (Age 80)

Have a Difficult Time Playing?

  • Are you Fear-FULL or Play-FULL?
  • Are you afraid you will LOOK FOOL-ish when you PLAY?
  • Are you worried that you will FAIL?
  • Do you want to ACT YOUR AGE as an ADULT?
  • Don’t have the Time or Don’t Want to Take the Time to Play?

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We block ourselves from growing, changing, enjoying life. 

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Play: A Mutual Exchange of Gifts

“The nature of living and loving is the act of reciprocity. As women, we are told that to be the guest is to receive. We are told that to be the host is to give. But what if it is the reverse? What if it is the guest who gives to the host and it is the host who receives from the guest each time she sets her table to welcome and feed those she loves?

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To be the guest and the host simultaneously is to imagine a mutual exchange of gifts predicated on respect and joy. If we could adopt this truth, perhaps we as women would be less likely to become martyrs.” ~Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

I LOVE Terry Tempest Williams! One of my favorite books that I go back time-and-time again to is When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

I took an afternoon walk and then sat down to write a post about the benefits of volunteering this summer. After writing for a bit I did a Google search to look for quotes on volunteering and service. As I read through the list of quotes I began to squirm. Something didn’t feel right.

Yet another lesson…

It wasn’t until I found Terry’s quote that I started to understand. Once again I couldn’t see what was so obvious but in my Shadow (hidden away). What I am being pushed to explore are the many ways I can volunteer–or freely offer to share my gifts.

  • giving and receiving are key words in my ongoing story.
  • important puzzle pieces in my memoir project

Volunteering–freely offering to share your gifts

  • What is too much giving?
  • Who am I becoming as I help to instill a love of nature, music, and the arts in others?
  • What is my ethic as a volunteer?
  • What is most important?

My ethic is play

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Playing with a mutual ex (change) of gifts

This one is challenging.

Play is joy. Playing with our painful experiences brings joy. Even though I’ve written about giving and receiving, setting healthy boundaries, and creating balance in life for years…

This one is challenging.

Shadow play is the only way for me (or any of us) to live authentically, free to share our gifts, our stories.

  • In my 20s I borrow money and give gifts to my friends in exchange for recognition.
  • In my 30s I volunteer to give away a baby and following that give-away begin to put the puzzle pieces together and visualize a healthier picture of myself as a giver and receiver.
  • In my 40s I re-marry and am diagnosed with breast cancer. These transitions in my life provide me with opportunities to practice receiving from others with a full heart. Trials and errors continue with what and how I give to others but things are improving.
  • In my 50s both of my parents die. With their deaths comes an understanding of my own mortality and a desire to create positive change.

Now I’m in my 60s…

This one is challenging.

I am playing. Sharing my ongoing story.

Helping others to create a playful foundation.

Focusing on the Important Bits: Orange is the Best Color

During a graduation celebration at my daughter’s home last weekend I heard my grandson, Chase, call to me in the backyard.

Nana!

I bent down to give Chase a hug. After we embraced, he said excitedly,

Nana, I saw a sunset! IMG_3731

How wonderful Chase. What colors did you see?

After pausing for a minute, Chase said,

Orange is the best.

and then, he ran off to play with the other kids…


When Chase told me about the Beauty he witnessed I remembered:

Dreams that my Mom shared with me in preparation for death. Dreams of being levitated and carried gently on a magic carpet by angels. Dreams of travel. Dreams of being visited by deceased family members and friends.


The sun sets each evening in the west preparing us for the final descent of our lives.

Each moment in our lives has its Beauty and can be explored with curiosity and wonder. The people in my life, both youth and elders, both in my inner circle and those that I meet along the way, offer me sparks of Hope through their trust and openness.

Courage comes from the Heart.

The ability to step up and take a risk takes Courage.

We moved to the North Olympic Peninsula a little less than 2 years ago. I fell in love with the Olympics when our family first visited the Hoh Rainforest, Kalaloch Beach, and Hurricane Ridge. This year I began working as a volunteer with the Olympic National Park, North Olympic Land Trust, and the Dungeness National Wildlife Refuge. I’m also volunteering with the Juan de Fuca Arts Foundation and spent a wild 4-days dancing, listening to some great music, and meeting people from all over the Northwest at the JFFA Music Festival over Memorial Day Weekend.

As I meet community members in town, hiking, at an arts event, in drumming and healing circles, or while out taking my daily walks we share our stories. At this point I’m being offered so many stories I often can’t remember who told me what. My Swing! nature loves people and the sharing of stories. Ideas are flowing and I’m envisioning what’s next for my play-based work locally and beyond.

I’m playing with Shape and my Organizer. Many of you who read my blogs, have attended archival memoir project (AMP) performances, or participated in Play=Peace workshops or retreats know that I’ve been working and struggling in many ways towards the goal of publishing my first memoir. Well, its been a playful journey!

Years ago an editor at the Whidbey Island Writer’s Conference told me that a memoir is not about the experience but about what follows that experience. I took that to heart and have focused on who I am becoming as I have been writing, re-writing the drafts of my story and its postpartum (or what I’ve learned from my experience and want to share with my readers).

The trouble is that my lived experience and what followed is ongoing, playful, and creative and I haven’t wanted to end the story and send my baby off into the world! I gave one baby away as a surrogate mother and last year gave my son away at his wedding. I’ve just been having a hard time letting go…

Anyone else have trouble letting go?

I’d love to hear about it! I need the en-couragement to let go of this baby so I can FLY!

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