When was the last time your belly shook with laughter, your heart skipped a beat, your imagination flooded with joy? Such discoveries enlarge worlds with zesty breezes, with bracing colors, with new purpose. Such is the spontaneity of children at play, jumping over puddles. They sense what to do and do it with abandon.

In my neighborhood, in all weathers, moms, dads, and grandparents push strollers, walk behind rubbery-legged toddlers exploring twigs still moist from melting snows, create snow-children with sprigs of juniper hair and raisin eyes, and hunt for squirrel tracks, and so much more. Observing such play challenges me to create my own.

It begins with switching off the unfounded “shoulds” contaminating our inner wellsprings, followed by humble silence. Within the stillness, listen. Allow clear space to emerge. Surrender to the uncanny spirit surrounding us. Then let go and see what happens: water coloring, dancing the rumba, stitching a quilt, singing in the shower, forming words into a poem, placing a stone atop another by the creek, carving a mouse from soap, sex, throwing an impromptu party – all mirror the process of ongoing creation in the universe.

In Proverbs 8: 30-31, we read, “I was by his side, a master craftsman … ever at play in his presence, at play everywhere in the world…” Through play, life happens and giggles erupt from unexplored caverns.