Playdate? O boy. What planet is Klein on now?
“Playdate” by definition may be a toddler gig, but experiencing one both enlivens and reorients us—at any age.
- Daydreaming: Has it been awhile?
- Double takes: Remember, they’re quasi-athletic.
- Jaunts: Why not enjoy beauty, risk, exhilaration?
You might feel overwhelmed, over-digitized, or overcome by a restless heart, or restless kids,
troubled by global violence and civil unrest,
weary of weeds and dust, arthritis, estrangement, or too many summer guests.
Could it be you’re running low on respite and short on play?
How about an Armchair Staydate, right here, right now? Preferably one that involves leaves (since I have pictures of them).
Let this fleeting cyber-jaunt elicit deep breaths. Double takes. Daydreams.
Taking if leaf by leaf
Is this one a mirror? Sometimes we mortals lurch around flattened by life, emotionally spent and spiritually threadbare.
Lord knows, we’re trying to launch the project, get back in shape, meet the monster deadline.
We may be pushing through envy. Anger. Inhospitable circumstances.
One green sprig muscling through roadway re-frames hardship as possibility.
An ancient arrangement ensures leaves absorb our toxic carbon dioxide; we absorb their oxygen. I forget this. Remembering alters my view—altars my view.
Who or what will I breathe a little life into today?
. . .
Notice these flowers growing between a hard place and its shadow.
They don’t settle for blah. Or worse, bleak. They don’t forgo blooming until better conditions appear.
Where will I inject a dash of color today? A softening touch?
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Leaf through the Book
We’re each like a tree planted by water, the psalmist tells us, “whose leaves do not wither.”
Sure as Hosta leaves steadily breathe out water vapor (thereby drawing up more moisture through roots and stems), we can exha-a-a-le, pause, see what transpires.
In what way will I offer someone (including myself) a cup of cool water today?
. . .
No matter how we feel, we are not stranded, beached and alone beneath starless skies.
Sure as the moon with her silver pulleys hauls out the sea, the tide will change. Might as well watch for surprise bouquets at our feet.
Where will God surprise me today?
. . .
Sure as our brain’s firing neurons numerically compare to gazillions of stars in the Milky Way, light eventually reaches us—wherever we are.
When did I last stargaze?
What new constellation of Grace is emerging in those I love, and how do I encourage them to shine?
. . .
“Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore.
There is always something to make you wonder
in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.”
Life is precarious. Let’s take a page from The Leaf Playbook:
- Book a playdate (or staydate)
- Cultivate double takes
- Exha-a-a-a–le . . . and see what transpires
- Court surprise
- Wait for the Light
What’s your favorite playdate/staydate? I’d love some fresh ideas . . .
More daydreaming here: http://bigthink.com/21st-century-spirituality/creativity-and-distraction
More about double-takes here
More about jaunts here
For more ideas, dip into this wonder-full book: Playdates with God, by Laura Boggess