
I went through a decade where I was convinced that fun should be a four letter word. It’s not that I didn’t want to have fun. Instead, while I and my peers made having fun a main goal, each group activity was sorely lacking it.
Playfulness is serious business for a boy of seven and a girl of one. I get to observe it every day. Yet serious business does not preclude the spirit of joy, which rather quickly brings me to my point.
Fun, like happiness seems more byproduct of meaningful engagement then the aim of it. Fun is not a primary goal. Children just jump into play, sometimes tossing their energy freely into the next whim, and other times pursuing a direction until all the entire line has been played out. And they let themselves get lost in the unfolding while the imagination comes to bear on the present (perhaps even stumbles out of the woods of the unconscious like a bear).
Tomorrow I’m going to do what I can to get lost in what presents itself. Maybe I’ll bump into you way out there. I think it’s time for the hibernation to end.

Swish on second shot
Ambivalence and Ambiguity