we sat on schoolhouse beach, in the middle of the (figurative) storm around us, and made shadow puppets. giggling, we fell back on the rocks, the healing beginning.
when i think back over the last decade or so, i am struck by how many things my menopausal brain can’t remember. even though today, in a little shop, abba’s song Fernando came on and i sang along to every word, the last time i heard this song maybe 4 or 5 years ago….maybe, but i can’t recollect.
the things i remember over the years are the things that stood out. moments of despair, of loss. moments of confusion, of great pain as i sorted them out. times of many tears. times my stomach and the sides of my face hurt from laughing so hard. times of hard work. even more importantly, times of play. ralph waldo emerson said, “it is a happy talent to know how to play.”
even in the midst of everything else, we must remember to play. for that will carry us far. further than grief will. further than withstanding searing pain. further than the sobs that make you lay on the kitchen floor. further than hard work.
for in play comes laughter. and in laughter, the release of great love. love is everlasting. it is patient and kind. it does not envy or boast. it is not proud. it does not dishonor others nor is it self-seeking. it is not easily angered and keeps no record of wrongs. love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. it protects, trusts, hopes, perseveres. love never fails.(I Corinthians 13)
so. play. and love. together, those -in the rest of life- will endure anything.