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A World Without Play?

What would it be like in a world without play?

Wouldn’t it be boring, dull, dark, and gray?

What would we see when we looked around?

No shapes, patterns, nor colors would be found?

There wouldn’t be any grief or any sorrow.

There wouldn’t be any hope for tomorrow.

No hobbies, no interests, there’d be no joy.

No games or toys, for adults, girls and boys.

No curiosity or wonder, no where to wander.

There wouldn’t be anything for us to ponder.

No creativity and no imagination.

No inventions, nor great explorations.

No books to read or stories to write.

Would we even have both day and night?

In a world without play, what would happen to all of creation?

Wouldn’t we lose all of our sensation?

Wouldn’t we lose all of our emotions?

And what would happen to all of Earth’s oceans?

What would happen to all creatures, both big and small?

Wouldn’t all of nature just crumble and fall?

Would we be able to see, hear, taste, smell, and feel?

How would we know what could or could not be real?

We would have no knowing, no intuition.

No sense of belonging, no connection, or even religion.

No beliefs, philosophy, or any spirituality.

We wouldn’t even have any sexuality.

We would not be fully conscious,

Have no awareness to fully process.

What would happen inside of our brain?

Wouldn’t we all just go insane?

Howard Gardner, Mildred Parton and B.F. Skinner,

Erick and Joan Erickson, and Bronfenbrenner,

John Dewey, Vygotsky, and Jean Piaget,

What would they all have to say?

“The Father of Kindergarten,” Friedrich Froebel,

Most likely would say that we live in Hell.

Malaguzzi, Gerber, Steiner, and Montessori,

What would happen to all of their theories?

Has anyone read or listened to Dr. Peter Gray?

What would he think of a world without play?

Or what about Einstein, Freud, or Carl Jung,

Doctors Stuart Brown, Walter Drew, or Sir Kenneth Robinson?

Without any of these many theories,

Where would they, or all of us be?

Would there even be any education?

Would we have any communication?

Play isn’t measured on standardized tests,

But play is how we all learn the best.

In a world without play, there’d be no careers.

From physicians, lawyers, construction, and all engineers,

To teachers and healers, artists and musicians,

Even military, government, good and bad politicians.

We need to shout it out loud, for all to hear.

“Play is nothing that we need to fear.”

Millions have talked and wrote about play.

It’s not something that will just go away.

From doctors, professors, and scholars,

To many theorists and philosophers,

Even spiritual leaders, mystics, and seers.

There are so many play pioneers.

Our children are here to remind,

That play can be so easy to find.

Look within and let out your inner child

To find strength, calm, and your wild.

Play is structured in our DNA.

It’s innate, it’s natural, for us to play.

It’s part of our spiritual and human design.

To move, dance, love, and to explore our mind.

It is definitely time to shift the play paradigm.

Play is the revolution.

Play is part of the solution.

Play is part of our evolution.

In play, we find our purpose, passion, our role.

That is our meaning, that is our goal.

It’s not possible to have a world without play.

This is what drives us each day.

Play is for all of us, from birth to old age.

We need play in order to survive.

We need it in order to thrive.

Play is what helps us all feel alive.

Play is for learning, our health and well-being.

Play is what gives our lives full of meaning.

So, you see, play is something that we cannot resist.

Because, in a world without play we wouldn’t exist…

Poetry

Grief Can Strike Us in Many Different Ways, Whether Close to Home or Far Away

Grief….

It’s a hard time to go through and everyone experiences it differently. Some may take longer than others to get through it even with support. For some, it may take a long time. All we can do is be there for each other and keep that connection alive.

Edit to note: I originally started writing this a few months ago when I heard a friends father passed away. I didn’t get to finish, as I was busy with other things. Then I was recently informed that an old colleague from a few years ago left us earlier this week, as well. I thought the timing for this is now with everything going on, and today being my father’s birthday. He would’ve been 70 today. He left this world 10 yrs. ago come Aug.

Here, I’m going to share some of my older poetry from about 15 years ago. They were written when I was a lot younger, but I still would like to share them. I’ve shared them with grieving friends in the past and have even recited one or two at a funeral, even at my father’s funeral. They also come a from a few different perspectives. I hope you enjoy reading them and may you find some comfort within at least one….

Memories Never Fade

Seeing all the pictures throughout her/his years.

Brings family and friends so close and so near.

Brings them all the memories of laughter, joy and tears.

A beautiful soul the Lord & Lady had made.

From our memories she/he will never fade.

And the memories never forgotten.

So, to rest her/his remains are laid.

Between Worlds

Beyond the bounds of time,

Where the worlds meet,

His/her soul is wandering.

His/her soul, so kind and sweet.

Lost between the worlds,

Between ours and what we call heaven,

Floating endlessly, until the night,

Of Halloween or also called Samhain.

When the veil is open at twelve that night,

He/She’ll be drifting to what we know as the light.

Floating higher and higher on that All Soul’s night.

Then at the Gates at the Land of Youth is where he/she will patiently stand,

Until the Lord and Lady guide him/her and gently takes his/her hand.

The Land of Youth is where he/she will be

Floating along and forever free…

Guardian Angel

Her/his memories in all our hearts and minds will never erase

And she/he will be floating around visiting friends and family from place to place.

Watching over us, taking care of us,

And making sure we have a smile on our face.

Her/his beautiful soul Looking down on us in her/his place in Heaven

And visiting everyone throughout each night, time and time again.

This sweet angel from up above, our guardian.

Born Again

Like a bird in flight,

Forever free she/he is flying,

To a happier place filled with peace and love

And her/his soul never dying.

She/he will remain in your hearts forever,

As well as your friends and mine.

For the entity up above

Must’ve known it was her/his time.

Her/his deeds were done in this life

And so her/his physical self must go.

Memories of her/him will always be with us

And so will his soul.

In Nature, everything is born

Whithers and dies and is born again.

It is an endless, everlasting continuous chain.

She/he will eventually be here again

In physical form someday

Whether we realize it’s her/him or not.

Just always leave an open pathway.

Whether it be dog, cat, bird, or any other form.

Again she/he will be born.

Saved Lives

Bless his/her soul

That now must go.

For he/she has saved children’s lives

Who also could have died.

Bless his/her heart,

For another life he/she could start.

Another life a child has gained

And yet his/her spirit still remains.

This last poem was written for a friend who lost her son in a car accident and they donated his organs to other children in need.

These are all my original poems. Please respect my poetry and I appreciate you reading.

Renée LaBossiere