Play

Play is a good way to rest your brain. I don’t think our brains get enough rest these days. Too much information, too many images, too many screens. We need to find more ways to play and rest our minds and reduce our stress. I’m going out to play right now, how about you?

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

7 thoughts on “Play”

  1. I’m so ready to join you. Agree wholeheartedly about the era we are living in. It seems to me that one of the biggest problems is that, as adults, we somehow forget how to play. Forget the responsibilities inherent in plain living and get out and away from your home if you can. You can play any time during the year; despite the bad weather at times. I love going outdoors and behaving freely as if I have nothing that must get done. I smell the flowers, listen to the birds, tromp in the woods, go out to a lake or the beach and just relax. Sometimes I’m so inspired when I’m outdoors that I truly want to dance about happily. I improvise. I envision beautifully colored lightweight costumes that don’t inhibit my movements. I remember doing just that around my house as a kid. I’d put music on and sing my heart out. Knew all the words to songs, including some opera. I’d flit from room to room leaping in the air, on the sofa, on the bed. I was joyous. Good thing my mother was out working and not at home. Who said TV was a wasteland? I was taught by the best. Listening to the professional vocalists and observing the dance movements of exquisite performers were lessons to this thirsty soul. I’ve never lost my love of music and dance but, of course, now that I’m an elder I am hesitant about doing those things when alone outdoors. After all, other folks out for the day might call the police, who would, in turn, contact the social workers to observe my “strange behavior.” I might be accused of dementia. You know what they can all do. Let’s go out today and play! Let’s be free again. Let’s all get rid of the heavy weight on our adult shoulders.

  2. Play, has become synonymous with games which in turn is synonymous with competition. Play should be for fun, spontaneous, and relaxing. Unfortunately, play is now organized around play dates, organized activities, and the like. It shouldn’t be a surprise to see a group of kids at a park or in the front yard just playing.

  3. “Play lotto,” I told Michael, “play piano, play the goddamn stereo. But don’t play me. Don’t even think about it.”

    “I just-”

    “I don’t wanna hear it,” I cut him off, “I’m tired of the lies, I’m tired of the games. I’m done. I don’t wanna play anymore.”

  4. I’m not a Shakespeare fan, but somehow his “All the world’s a stage and all the men & women are merely players” came to mind. When I googled it, I was struck by how many people still consider the monologue to be great and a metaphor for their own 21st century worldviews. As for me, I consider it sexist, literalist, linear, ironic – only a product of his time.. Interesting. though, he had the foresight to show he understands that the poem recounts “this strange eventful history” – AS strange! Although it’s still sexist I guess this poem says something to say to us post-moderns. We should “love our neighbors as ourselves” as we each and all assume our roles in the play of life.

    ggE

  5. I think back on my childhood like an time long forgotten. Hell, I know I’m only turning 28, but it feels like 68. I can hardly recall what it’s like to “play” anymore.

    Remember when we used to ride our bikes to the community pool, our pockets filled with candy and our hands dripping with blue slushy?
    Remember when we used to sneak out in the middle of the night, playing innocent pranks on our friends, running from their parents?
    Remember when we laid there in the middle of the park field, gazing at the stars, not worrying about tomorrow, but feeling today.

    Young love.

    Play.

    Can’t we just go back?

  6. “Ready or not here I come .” I would dread these words at every play session.
    Once I stood behind a much older girl, who was having a bet of who-can -chuck -the -flatstone -farthest, and she placing the object on her left palm, swivelled her right fist , and hit me smack in the nose. I was helped into the nurses’ office , dripping crimson all over the pristine convent marble floor. I almost passed out and the pain lasted two days. The dread of games and play cemented itself further.
    Other was this innate fear of being the first to be caught -in-the -open , in the case of hide and seek. I always was . Without fail. Thereby condemned to the ignominy of being a “thief” for the entire recess. For many recesses of my school life in fact. I sucked at games. I was pathetic. I was always rescued by a friend of my sister who took pity on me .

  7. Play and you will not regret it. Play, in most instances, enhances focus and concentration. Focus and concentration are both needed to accomplish our goals. Accomplishing goals brings satisfaction that is sometimes beyond the norm. Playing is enjoyment, and it enhances our chances of accomplishment. Play is great for everyone.

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