Do you remember being a little girl or boy?
Playing in the sandbox, riding your bike full force down an enormous hill, climbing a tree… blowing bubbles out of your nose!
Yes, you know you have done it all. I have!
I used to climb a big, old tree out in the front yard. I would sit up there and listen (ok spy) on those that walked by. I heard stories of wives sharing their intimate stories of sex, of an old man ranting to himself about his bills and many, many more. I would giggle with delight. BTW – never shared any stories I heard. It was silly but so much fun!
I used to dance on the ledge of our patio porch. It was deemed dangerous by my parents, but that just made it more of an adventure. At night, I’d sneak out with three flashlights. Each time, I’d set up them in position to be spotlights for the big show. I would dress up, put make-up on and dance! I would dance along that ledge, twirl and let my creative spirit out. If someone came outside, they would have called me crazy or punished me for a month. It was silly, so alive and fun!
I could go on… right into my silly moments in junior high, high school, or college. I have done many fun things with my kids, my friends and partners! Most didn’t create any damage but were crazy fun!
So, now as a ‘mature woman’ I find I am asking myself if I can still be silly.
Can I do some fun things just to laugh, to play, to break out of the mold of conformity? You betcha I can!!!!
Can you? What does it feel like? I challenge you this weekend to be silly, play and have fun!!!
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
~ Khalil Gibran ~