Play. It’s a lifestyle and a choice.

yogaFLIGHTplay |plā|

  1. [ intrans. ] engage in activity for enjoyment and recreation rather than a serious or practical purpose : the children were playing outside | her friends were playing with their dolls.
  2. activity engaged in for enjoyment and recreation, esp. by children : a child at play may use a stick as an airplane.
  • To engage in sport or lively recreation; to exercise for the sake of amusement or enjoyment; to frolic; to spot.
  • To contend, or take part, in a game; as, to play ball; hence, to gamble; as, he played for heavy stakes.

Women skydiveAs children, no one questions our right or ability to play, to laugh and be joyous, to have spark, vitality, and take flight, to be whomever we imagine or desire to be, with no apparent reason. As a child, we give and laugh and love unconditionally. We plaY! But why is play limited to childhood development and growth? Why must we stop and grasp reality by the horns as an adult, often forgetting about our free and unstructured spirit of pleasure and release, of imagination and frivolity? If you seriously look at your spirit of play, is it limited to vacation time and summer holiday weekend getaways or drunken nights where one can let loose and reinvent the play somewhat forgotten? I’m relearning to play again, to let go and just be, as whimsy takes me, no commitments beyond that of my web work, my spouse and my family. To follow my bliss, of sorts. Playing with my yoga practice, yogaFLIGHT (which is ALL about play), my waking and sleeping hours. The release is incredible! I’m growing and flourishing, although it may not appear so on the outer edges. My inner world is expanding, joyously free. I am SO blessed. Learning to play and imagine and be authentically truly mE. No excuses. Loving life. Divine.

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  1. I try to play every weekend as much as I can. Now, I’m trying to get that man of mine to play, too.

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