“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” — Rumi
Late last summer, we went out for a ride as a family down a road I’d never been down to eat some ice cream we had never eaten.
It was an adventure.
Along the drive, there was a field.
A field that was so stunning and so profound, I made Dan pull over and let me out so I could SEE it with my eyes and FEEL it with my body.
I took pictures. I relished in this field. I dreamed of this field.
On a recent coaching call for the Abundant Mama Peace Circle, I spoke a long time about healing our inner child through play. My inner child is wild at heart but I stifle her too much with rigid routine and structure so tight there’s little time for play.
Until this month, as we focus our work inside the Peace Circle on being more playful.
I’ve seen a whole world open up for me this month and I know we’ll continue this next month as well — because we’re learning to listen to ourselves and lighten up and be more free.
It has been beautiful to witness so many other women in our tribe be more open to play as well.
But today things really turned around for me.
When I woke up and saw how beautiful the world is with our latest snow covered by a thin layer of sparkling ice … I longed to see beautiful things in my day.
I don’t love what snow does to our life. I am someone who naturally dreads the weather forecast of a snowstorm.
But I can get on board to its beauty.
So after I dropped the girls off to school for their 2-hour delay, I drove to that dreamy field of our past summer.
Yes, it was out of my way.
No, it was not in my schedule.
But I wanted to experience it.
I needed to see it.
And so I did.
And she did not disappoint.
I stopped my car, rolled down the window to take a picture. There was no place to pull over and thankfully few cars going through.
And I listened.
And that’s when I heard the crackling.
The crackling not of freezing rain or more snow … But of ice melting from the warming sun.
A sound that made my heart leap and my lips curl into a smile.
Sometimes PLAY is listening to our heart and just going for it.
Sometimes PLAY isn’t something we do. But something we open our eyes to SEE unfold in our lives.