I’ve been playing with animals recently. Watching nature. Chasing bugs with my cat; playing finger tag with my betta fish (yes…he plays tag); staring into the eyes of a young deer who was trying to hide; listening to the robin sing a song; admiring a gaggle of goslings, under the close supervision of their parents, as they test out their legs; scooping up an abandoned, baby raccoon asking for help, and digging in the dirt with her; exploring grass in the backyard with my brand new pet snake (and keeping the cat away from her).
There are lessons in this free form play. Genuine curiosity being number one. It has been an experience for me of what it’s like to live life to the fullest, through simply standing still (or jumping about with the cat). Admiring what’s right in front of me. Existing in simplicity without trying to complicate it. Although complications want to happen in my mind, “Oh, you should be doing something else. You should be working towards a goal. You’re not acting like an adult. It’s time to get serious.” But when I let these have their moment and then roll off, I am back to wonderment, just like a child. And then joy starts peeking through, out from behind my heart, to test the air and maybe have a moment in the sun.
I’ve been writing about resting lately, allowing nothingness. Sitting through what feels like lack of “Get Up and Go!”; without a set objective to accomplish and achieve. A respite from striving. Because that’s what I’m currently living. It feels bizarre and lovely, now that I’ve accepted it. Enjoying all the moments allow for movement on its own terms – so that when it’s time for me to Get Up and Go!, I will really be doing it. Fully. With my joy fully out of it’s hiding spot, like a snake knowing exactly when to strike.
Time Lapsed photo of Movement of The Human Body by Shinichi Maruyama