|(Our car out back at 9:30 Saturday morning of the 23rd)|
Outside lately there's been a snowy arctic blast that is beautiful yet frightful. Thankfully indoors safe in our row-home it is warm, embracing and delightful. On Friday evening January 22nd a nor'easter monster snow storm from Virginia up through New England effected 85+ million families leaving stories to tell behind. In our neighborhood of Philadelphia we received blizzard whiteout conditions and a total of 30 inches of snow fell between Friday evening till Saturday night 10:30 PM. Glad we did not experience a power outage but 200,000 homes did. The photo is out back of our home of our car covered by snow at 9:30 AM on Saturday. With 11 more hours left until the storm moved out of our area dumping an additional 8 inches more of snow.
Laying in bed under our antique French petite chandelier we tried to drift off to sleep. As the winds of the blizzard howled and snowfall accumulated a couple inches an hour. I enjoyed the quiet of the silenced city. No sounds of a typical Friday evening at all, just the storm itself.
With the snow drifting and completely covering our skylights upstairs and blocking windows our home looked like a cave. This photo although dark is of our Dining room window and an idea of just how much snow fell.
|(Source Philadelphia magazine)|
But this post isn't about the monstrous nor'easter we experienced - instead it is about the joy of playing as an adult.
"It is a happy talent to know how to play."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
In the Art Museum area of Philadelphia both young and old can't wait to sled down the steps of the Art Museum. The same steps made famous by Sylvester Stallone as Rocky Balboa in the movie "Rocky".
The museum was closed but 100's showed up. Even this adorable fur kid.
"We don't stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing."
~George Bernard Shaw~
Lately I've been playing with White clay, experimenting with many different types. I molded and carved a life size mouse out of White Sculpey 111 Polymer clay over an aluminum armature I made. Afterwards I baked it for 40 minutes in a 275 degrees oven.
Meet Alfred as in Alfred E. Neuman (Mad magazine).
Many years ago John built two elevated stacked fieldstone walled planter beds. Inside we planted FiFi (a 3 ball boxwood topiary) and the Pips (single ball Boxwoods). And to answer your question, yes I name everything! One sunny day this past October while I was trimming my boxwood in preparation of winter I encountered a most amusing experience.
Through the corner of my eye I noticed a little Grey mouse running in and out from under our Green Emerald Arborvitae trees. Watched him as he scurried down our walkway and climbed up onto the stone wall and just laid down like a puppy sunning looking up at me. Still trimming I started talking to him in a softened tone and asked if his name might be Alfred E. Newman because he had large round ears. Eye contact made he was as curious about me as I was towards him.
As I talked Alfred listened intently, cutely cupping his ears as he lowered them down towards his forehead. Enjoying a little bond up until the mailman approached our house to deliver mail and cute Alfred quickly scurried away. Since then I've not seen him, although I look out the window for him and wonder if he's safe and warm. I decided to create a little Alfred for our home and that's the story of my "of Mice and Woman" moment.
"Creative people are curious, flexible, persistent and independent with a tremendous spirit of adventure and love of play."
I leave you with my poetry titled Play. I will admit, I've entered into my own childhood part 2.
"My Childhood may be over, but that does't mean playtime is."
Through the innocent unencumbered imaginations of children that are filled with wonderment and awe each and everyday.
They seek knowledge and guidance from adults who share their own learned experiences to teach and convey.
Lately I've been observing the enthusiasm and exuberance evident while children are unaware of watchful eyes during play
Realizing the importance of recapturing the essence of joy derived from play and having creative empowerment stay.
To partake in an activity that's not for any practical purpose purely only for enjoyment and fun ...
play excites as it helps to invigorate creative thinking and to look for an excuse not to engage, I can find none.
Be it oftentimes just a diversion away from work or tasks play is a welcome distraction from the mundane.
Play becomes a mentally uplifting experience that expands your imagination so please do not abstain.
I love reading your comments so please leave one behind.