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Play is how we begin our lives as children – we spend untold hours entertaining ourselves in stuff (or at least, I and my generation did).
We explored the world, tried things just to see what happened. We used out imaginations to create worlds and games and stories and wars and families and all sorts of things.
Then, as we grow up, play becomes a thing you don’t do. “Stop playing around” you get told at school, then at work. But play is really important, not just for the fun, but for the creativity and the lightness and the value of play as an end in itself.
There was a song around when I was little called “Puff The Magic Dragon” by Peter, Paul and Mary (1963) that contains this section:
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I always felt this was a sad tale but growing-up is inevitable I supposed. But there’s another verse that oddly I don’t recall hearing that says this:
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What strikes me is that “Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave”. Playfulness, creativity, wonder, imagination doesn’t die, it doesn’t vanish, but it hides in a cave inside us.
Playfulness is STILL THERE waiting for us to rediscover it.
So my Sunday thought is this: what would happen if we went looking for our playfulness, for out imaginary dragons or old?
