When’s the last time you let yourself make a big ol’ mess just for the fun of it?  If you saw the heaps of dirty clothes collage of garments adorning my bedroom floor, you’d know that I’m no stranger to messes, but it’s rare that I intentionally sit and get my hands dirty for the sake of playing. When I was a little kid, I used to love playing in the mud. I’d play “cooking show” with moss and dirt and whatever earthly ingredients I could find. Somewhere along the way, I lost that ability to be present, get dirty and let my imagination take over. I admit, it would be weird if I were to go to the park, plunk myself down and start making mudpies as an adult, even if some of the kids in the sandbox are bigger than me. But, what I’d like to get back is the ability to let my mind be at peace enough to be vulnerable to my imagination and the present moment. [Read more...]