When I Grow Up

To play is not juvenile, it’s divine, it’s innocence, it’s joy bubbling up to the surface of our being, bursting into its contrast like an effervescent bead. We shame play as we gain citizenship in the “real world”. “It’s childish, stop that, we don’t behave like that” spews the inner critic. Why in Heavens name not? 

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