Imagination!
Poetry Friday
Beloveds,
We had a dusting of snow this morning. As I looked out of the window I was curious about what it would be like to be a true part of nature. If I was a blade of grass when the snow began to fall would I be worried that I would be covered in it? Would I feel fear? Or would I be happy to feel each snowflake sticking to me and insulated by it? Would I long for the growing season, maybe even dreaming of it or would I be welcoming the season of rest? I’ve read articles where scientists tap into trees and they say trees can “talk”. They say plants feel cuts and it always makes me squeamish to trim my plants. I wonder if they hate me or will they be happy when new sprouts and fullness appears? I wonder what magical properties God has given to these plants that we are still clueless about? And, after reading this over, I wonder what is in my coffee this morning that might be making me think these things, haha.
How long has it been since you have just let your imagination play? Such an important part of our dance in life! We are gifted with imagination and play. Making time and room for it in our scheduled life is important — life giving! What do you do to inspire play and how do you use imagination in your everyday life?
In this new year I hope you join me in adding some time to use your imagination to wonder and be curious about what surrounds you even if, or especially if, it seems silly or impossible to happen.
Blessings, Jace
I was taken by these poems written by second graders using their imagination. May they bring you back to imagination in you. To read more of these you can find them at Unbound, https://badgerdogunbound.wordpress.com/2012/06/14/the-power-of-imagination/
Cupcakes
If I were a cupcake, I would be BIG and very chocolaty, full of little confetti and icing two inches high. I would be inside a box with twenty cupcakes just like me. Go to Costco and you will see. I would be waiting day and night until somebody buys me for a big party. Then, faster than you can say, “chocolate cupcake with confetti sprinkles,” I will be gone. I will have a very short life, but I will like it. My dream would be to see a very happy heart that Cupid would fly to and make happiness come to life in every child’s heart. Loneliness would go away for every little person. This is part of my BIG dream!
Marina
Library Book
I am a book.
People read me every day.
My home is the library where I play.
I play hide and seek,
Where kids look for me on shelves.
I hide among my book cousins,
Having so much fun.
My leather cover holds onto the words
I have to tell,
I love living in the library
With a sweet lavender smell.
Samantha
Dog
I’m a simple, basic dog.
Watching out the door.
Waiting, waiting for you to get home,
so you will play with me
and maybe drop some food.
I’m white with black dots
and a very furry tail
and a purple collar and leash.
At dinnertime I stand by your chair
and wait for falling chicken.
Finally, I’m at the foot of your bed.
You are sleeping soundly.
Me, I’m almost asleep, when boom!
Your mom comes to get me.
I’m starting to not love that woman as much.
Sarah
Remember to Play
We forget what it is like
to laugh, to play,
we forget what it is like to
simply exist in moments of joy.
The one thing that separates adults from kids —
is not age, not time, not wisdom,
not responsibilities, bills, work or the things
we label as ‘adult’ that are just ‘bad’ habits dressed up as something we’ve
earned a right to do — drink, gamble, use people, use each other,
be snide, be snarky, suppress feelings —
no, what makes an adult an adult it is the inability to play
without fear to play without restraint,
to play without feeling foolish —
we forget, we forget, we forget — and we mourn a bit, sure —
because of the bills, because of the work, because we confuse things like bars and drinking or parties or thrills for play,
when these things are not play —
play is an endeavor of the spirit,
playfulness is an attitude of pure glee,
playing is curiosity in action, discovery, pretending —
play is approaching each moment as new,
full of beautiful possibility, of imagination
play is grace and laughter
even when falling and crawling — play is
using our bodies, hearts, minds and spirits
to explore the world around us with kindness and awe.
We forget this, we forget this — -
we have to remember,
we have to make time
all of us,
children, adults, men, women —
we have to remember to play.
Jenny Justice. From Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer.
I want whatever you put in your coffee! Thanks for including me in these musings.