The Gift of Play
I caught a look at myself and I smiled
I was skipping in the water,
Splashing it on my jeans, getting wet
Remembering what six felt like.
I had not given myself the gift of play in a long time.
A giggle escaped from somewhere long forgotten.
This sabbatical from work and home
Was exactly what I had needed.
I had fought the idea of a vacation
But everyone had insisted after my breakdown.
First my body, and my nerves, then my physical body.
I was a wreck, and they all knew why except me.
I looked up and saw the sun shining through
Trees that were saying “keep on, we have your back.”
I had not been in touch with my child-like self
In so many years, I did not think I remembered how to play
And yet for the first time in years I heard birds singing.
I heard the creek gurgling, and I began to full out laugh.
Joyful that I had been forced to do this, I began
Returning back to myself, finding my soul here in these sacred woods.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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