Playing again

I used to make 'playing' a part of my day;

playing with my camera,

playing with paints, markers and ink pens,

playing with vintage photos and words...

activities designed to impress no one;

activities for the sheer joy of experimentation

and letting the furies in my head express themselves
in new ways.

But I stopped somewhere along the way;

maybe when I went back to work full time, 

maybe when I started dealing with auto immune illnesses, 

maybe when our country elected a fascist 

and hope took a long vacation.

As I was taking stock this weekend,

I realized how much I missed it;

how much more joy it brought to me

than scrolling through social media,

reading opinion pieces 

and trying to keep up with all things political.

So I threw caution to the wind

and started again.

I turned off all devices, 

didn't speak to a soul,

ate fruits and vegetables

and enjoyed the hell out of a long weekend.

It was like riding a bike down a hill,

the wind coming fast at my face

and riding with no helmet! 

My glue stick and I had a GREAT time!

My scissors were happy to be used again.

 

I won't be waiting for another long weekend 

before playing again.

My soul needs it far more often.