Play…

I did a thing. “Why?” I asked my daughter. “I dunno, ‘cos you’re weird” she suggested.

Every autumn I incline to seek out conkers. When the kids were young, I had an excuse. But today the excuse was so the youngest teen could practice her driving, she could drive us to our favourite conker site. They walked the dog, I collected the bounty (for the local primary school to ‘play with’ was my adult reasoning).

The process of ‘play’ is an integral part of the creative process… that’s what I like doing, being creative. It’s rarely useful, but to create something is an urge that we all enjoy…

I’ve wittered before about it here… putting ‘stuff’ together in a new or another way, to resonate a novel or appropriate difference… …to illuminate the familiar, to resurrect the lost, to prize grace out of joy, to make firm that thing that is in flux, to capture, weave or play with, to engage, disturb, entertain, please, refresh, challenge…

I recall a little project from 10 years ago here… hopestrengthwisdomlove