Let’s see what happens when you pick up a small stone – the flatter the better – hold it just right between your thumb and first finger. Flick your hand back and then forward real quick – releasing it across the lake’s surface…
So it skips.
At 6 years old, you already play with rocks that you collect and line up in long rows on the deck railing at home. Separating them by size and shape. Carefully. Methodically. Counting them is also part of the fun.
But here it is different.
You and your family are at the lake.
You watch your daddy and see how he gets those stones to bounce across the water.
It is summer vacation after all.
No phones. No TV. No work. No school.
Hours upon hours to play.
Or maybe you’re only 3 years old. Your grampa is visiting to celebrate his 70th birthday and you want to try out your new doctor kit. He is your Patient of the Day.
First you listen to his heart. He is very quiet while you check it out.
Then he rolls up his sleeve so you can give him a shot. Because after all he might need one. Ooooh.
How hard it is to escape from places! However carefully one goes, they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences, little rags and shreds of your very life.
And so it goes.
The places that define you.
House you. Comfort you.
Where you play. Where you learn.
Where you work. Where you love.
Climb. Fall. Get up. Explore.
Ones that remain
Ones you enjoy
All add up.
To the next.
One year ago today I published my first post on this blog.
I had recently moved to a new home. For the first time, I had a small room of my own. Complete with windows to let the sun shine in.
A new place to write. Reflect. Remember. Read. Share. Plan. Challenge.
And the best part?
…meeting other writers across the world in blogging land.
When I saw this week’s theme, one image instantly came to mind. A photograph I took several decades ago (35 mm)…but still remaining one of my favorites. This father and son inhabit the definition of play – the joy, the connection – and the give & take fun they are having playing together. Plunges into the lake, safely held tight and swooped up into the air. Over and over. At the age of almost 3 it doesn’t get much better than that.