These past weeks have been a whirlwind. Even contemplative minded folks can get overwhelmed by the many demands of life and forget to pause, reflect and simply be. This has been my last few weeks in Spirit Play. There is so much to do. I have found that the change in our curriculum from our regular stories into reading books to the children is both sad to me and a relief. I feel none of us get as much out of the book reading as we do with our regular stories with objects to act them out. And, I have also been relieved that I can come with less preparation than usual. There is no story to try to memorize for another week. I can just come. I can just read.
Last week in Spirit Play we were talking again about families. This time we specifically talked about families who have adopted someone. I read through the books and wondered with the children and dismissed them to their work.
I had a chant running through me that day so I sat witnessing and observing the play happening around me occasionally humming to myself. I actually felt very connected to the children and joyful. And also very tired. One child used the nesting blocks to stack into a tower. She found ways to stack large blocks onto little blocks by stacking them sideways making spaces in her tower that were open to one side and into which another block fit. We stacked together in silence. I handed her boxes and she handed me boxes and we stacked till things fell and then stacked again, and again. We made sculptures and towers and nests and spaces.
Inside I was chanting to myself, “Listen, listen, listen to my heart’s song. Listen, listen, listen to my heart’s song. I will never forget you. I will never forsake you. I will never forget you. I will never forsake you.” Over and over. Last week my heart just needed to rest. It was good to rest. I found rest in observing the classroom. I found rest in the silent dance of building and re-building. It was enough. It was beautiful. I am happy to have found for that moment, a place of acceptance in being easy on myself and letting myself simply be. When I forget that open space and focus on what I do (or more often, what I haven’t gotten done) it can feel like my heart is out of place, like it isn’t welcome. I want to bring my heart into belonging. I want my whole self to be like the families we have been learning about…to be all one because of love. I want to honor my doing and honor my resting. I want to choose my heart and choose my work. I want to relish my rest as much as my accomplishments.
I am so grateful to be with our children in a space of openness and exploration where we can listen to our own and each others’ hearts. That’s one way our church is a family for each other…to welcome each others’ heart songs and encourage each other in the dance of doing/being and belonging.