Gosh – is it 100 posts already?

I started this blog as a way to think about play and playwork, children and childhoods in a public forum – and to see who got in touch because of it.  I can honestly say that doing so has changed my life, and enriched it beyond measure.

In honor of that, and because I’m a big ole soppy hippie at heart, I’m posting a poem.  I found it online a year or so ago, but can’t seem to find it there now.  I’m happy to do my part to re-release it into the wild – in part (of course) because I think it has something eloquent to say about play, about ourselves, and about what it means to be alive.

Imagination is a River of Powers

We need the voices of all the people

We have ever been

To vibrate in our cells

So that we may choose from this abundance

The names for our highest aspirations.

From In a Ribbon of Rhythm, by Lebogang Mashile.


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