It’s Time to Play

I decided to sit down at the computer and write at this moment.  I have a craving to write something.  I just don’t know what it is yet.  I have to let it simmer for a bit.  “It”, being my writing subject.  Sometimes, I don’t need a subject at all.  Maybe some of you remember the show “Seinfeld”.  It was called the show about nothing.  The show about nothing became a cultural icon.  It seemed that everyone related to the normal daily thoughts and feelings of everyday people.  We were able to laugh out loud because the subjects covered were so familiar to us.  It’s a great feeling to know that so many others are thinking and feeling the same way we are.  It’s comforting  that we are not alone in our madness.

It’s snowing this morning here in New Jersey, United States.  It looks pretty,  but honestly, I don’t know too many people that are happy to see the snow.  It causes disruption for commuters.  Everyone gets in a frenzy when it snows.  They rush to the grocery store to buy milk, bread and eggs.  Lest we starve!  It’s 2 inches of snow, not the end of the world.  Snow silently and peacefully enters our reality, all the while, glittering and sparkling it’s freshness upon the earth’s surface.  The beauty it bestows is celestial.  Adult humans seem to have a tendency to skew reality.  Our perceptions change the actuality of everything.   A small child, on the other hand, can look out the window and see wondrous potential in the falling snow.  Bountiful creations whirl around in their mind of how they can pick up this fluffy white stuff and make anything out of it.

I will call my mother this afternoon, as I do every day.  We will talk about our day and complain about the snow.  Neither one of us has to go outside and trudge through it to get to a designated place of employment but, nonetheless, we will complain that we don’t like the snow.  Doesn’t that sound like madness to you?  I’m shaking my head at my own self.  Where has that child in me gone?  Why can’t I see the beauty that has laid itself before me?

I realize that I have allowed grown up life to skew my perceptions of pure joy.  I can’t see the purity of the falling snow anymore.  It’s time for me to shake it off and get in touch with this beautiful endowment from the heavens.  There is so much beauty here and I have allowed myself to be blinded by past conditioning, pain and suffering.  I have consensually given away my sight so that I might live in fear and anguish.

Today, this moment, I must realign myself with the universe and forget about the past.  I must get myself up and show up with full spirit.  Today, I will play in the snow and enjoy all that it has to offer and I will come out triumphant, if only for a few moments, and feel alive again with the sight of a child.

I find it amazing that I sat down to write with no thought of any subject to write about.  So, I decided to talk about the weather and look where it took me.  I think that’s pretty cool.  I love how things unfold out of our minds if we are able to sit still for a little bit and let it flow.  I’m totally loving this process.

 

 

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Mary Mangee

I have lived a life and learned many things along the way. Through my daily experiences I want to share the little lessons I have picked up and share them with you. Maybe you can find some pearls of wisdom in your day too.

21 thoughts on “It’s Time to Play”

  1. I miss snow. We rarely get it here (or if we do, it’s barely a dusting). I long to take a moonlight walk in the snow, admiring its beauty and breathing in its freshness. I can’t remember when I last did that. I have so many happy snow memories as a child.

    Enjoy it Mary.

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      1. I hope you will. I hate it that my kids didn’t grow up with snow. We had one maybe 2 good snows when they were growing up where it actually covered the ground. I can only remember them getting to go sled riding one time.

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  2. That was great and yes, it’s okay to see the wonders of the world at any age.

    It’s so easy to get caught up in the adult world. It’s a race to the finish line, it seems. But every now and than I like to stop and play. Racing is over-rated.

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      1. I am still in the process of healing on many levels and staying quite busy at work with the time I needed to take off, but I am doing so much better – thank you for inquiring. I even took the time to do some additional metaphysical training with Dr. Alberto Villoldo in Energy Medicine and Shaman training to help the healing process. I owe my readers a deep apology. I haven’t written on my blog in quite some time and I am reconsidering a revision on that as well. I have been writing snippets of epiphanies as the come to mind. A needed process that must be incorporated into the book.

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      2. Renee, you don’t owe anyone an apology. The healing of body and spirit are priority for you right now. I am excited to hear about this journey you are on. My prayers are always with you my friend.

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  3. It’s so sad we lose that abundant sense of wonder with the world, the ability to freely laugh and feel joy. Stress, overthinking, cynicism, all of that seems to cloud our ability to do and feel those things easily. I love your resolve to try to feel joy and have fun in the snow. I also love that you’re enjoying the process of sitting and letting things happen, like with writing when it gets ‘unblocked’ so to speak and can flow freely, it’s a great feeling 🙂
    Caz xx

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  4. You are lucky to have snow there. I haven’t seen snow in real. Here in Trivandrum, Kerala, we have tropical climate. I traveled to few different places in India, but saw only fog. On seeing snow in movies, I really wish to play in snow one day and make angel in snow and make snow man 😊❤🌌

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    1. And, here I sit, taking for granted the beauty of the snow. It never entered my mind that others have never been able to experience it. I hope that one day, you will get to experience the soft, white, fluffy stuff in real life. It is magical. I am going to change my way of thinking and understand the blessing of the snow. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. There is a snow angel out there just waiting for you to create it.

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