Playtime!

I think so many of us forget we're really children in a grown up body. Or if not that them perhaps just even that we were once children. We knew how to laugh joyfully til our bellies ached, do things just because and for no reason whatsoever and to live with hearts filled with joy.

I re-read a letter recently from my grandparents to my parents. Just that act made me think.. What have we to survive nearly 30years - a catalogue of Facebook updates, some blog posts? Anyway. A note from 1976 with wanderings from my grandad (any possible doubt as to where my waffling, tangent filled writing style came from was quickly confirmed), filled with joy at the world around him. The foals in the field behind their house, the sheep lying down, a patch of blue sky and the grass blowing in the breeze. Beautifully described and delightfully, joyfully a letter of nonsense.

Joy. Easy to forget perhaps when there's bills to pay, school to get to, meals to cook, pets to sort, work to do, ironing (ok that last one I wouldn't know about). You get the drift. And yet so life enhancing to feel, to really experience joy bubbling up through all your cells.

A friend mentioned that I like the word play the other day. I suppose I really do. I had forgotten a little to play out last year - and this one? I'm trying to build in some 'me' time and play more again. There's such joy in the remembering to dance, sing, skip, love openly without fear and just notice the miracles that happen around us all the time. Yesterday mind, my gift to me was my afternoon bath and nap. I strongly recommend that for fabulous joyful feelings too.

With love and joy. Do go forth and play today :)

Em xx