Primal playfulness. Rugged Softness.

Most of us live in our heads, processing our human experience cognitively and finding space for its expression through language. Our days are spent swirling in a world of words – articulation, pronunciation and communication in its many forms.

I often wonder what is experienced within us when we enter spaces of making – spaces of play – spaces of creative expression beyond our learned formation of the alphabet.

When we are out in nature, under the stars, gathered around the fire and close to the earth we seem to remember our childlike wildness expressed in our later years as primal playfulness. As we arrive, we know that we can create space for that part of ourselves once again.

As we slow down and access the story of our heart through our hands and our senses, we begin to feel, to process and to sense make. A practice of silent contemplative conversing. A rugged softness in the form of making allows us to experience and express the parts of us that require space.

Creating invites an unpressured intentionality that is felt in the texture of our touch.

We are reintroduced to our imagination through this tactile conversation, an extension of our primal existence expressed through unreserved childlike playfulness.

When last did you create without outcome or expectation?

When last did you play?