A Letter From the Playground
Thursday 16th of April 2020
‘We need to remember how to play, we’ve forgotten.’ Says something small, invisible to the eye. ‘All these knots in our shoulders, tensions in our muscles, stiffness in our joints. They weren’t always there you know? Do you remember when they started?’
‘We grew up, and we started to change. We went from playing outdoors with flailing arms and skipping legs, to sitting in rooms in straight backed chairs. We moved from looking wildly around at all the wonders of the world, to staring straight ahead at screens. We need to remember the way our bodies used to move. We need to remember how to play.
‘Learn to play through movement, learn to move your body again. Learn to relax, learn to release the stress of motionlessness.
‘We’ve let ourselves become contained, constrained, confined, to simple movements, simple movements. We’ve repressed our natural states for the social norm sitting still, in one position, for hours, for days, for years.
‘Remember how to play. Move. Reclaim your body. Remember how to play.
‘When we remember how to play, we remember how to love like a child, to see the potential in a person first and not our own projections of doubt, fear, hate, anger. We begin to see people for who they are, not who we imagine them to be or expect them to be. We begin to embrace trust. We learn to be open.’
Sheep are lambs who have forgotten how to leap.
