The idea of playing as an adult is important. Without engaging the child we are, we will lose the ability to imagine and invent and create.
When we imagine, we pretend. When we pretend, we go to places we wish to inhabit and in doing so our dreams become real.
Sometimes things don’t go our way. This is the opportunity to see that the universe has other plans. Here’s our time to rest, observe and ponder the new order.
Reflecting on small gifts leads to universal gratitude.
When the writing friends gather, fun ensues. I was delighted with my prompt and my two-minute response. I thought some of you might be entertained, here it is:
You, you, you there! With the Umbrella. What’s your name? Ursula? Ursula!
Come help a girl out! I’m fresh in the rain, my make-up has run.
Run away, down my face, it now puddles in the puddles splashing on my cheeks.
Ho, ho, ho! Hurry up Ursula! What are you staring at? Come to my rescue. You, Ursula!
Yes, You! What you say? That that hat perched on your head with its fine feathery
is more valuable than me? But me! What about me?
I am, after all, your prized pooch Persula. Ursula, come help a bitch out!
The Discovery Palette!
