Here is an excerpt from my upcoming book:
Kids and puddles go well together. Jumping, skipping, and hopping in puddles in unbridled playfulness is a child’s domain. Adults don’t splash in a puddle. They jump over it. They protect themselves from it. Kids go through it, pause and feel the sensual pleasure, splash for the sheer glee of it. It’s such fun to stomp on water and watch it displaced joyfully receiving the gift of the clouds interacting with the earth.
When did we stop enjoying puddles? At what age did we discern that puddles were just too messy and that keeping clean and dry was more important than the freedom of experimentation? Why do we shy away from the startle of water splashing on our faces, pants, soaking our ankles and calves?
Adults need to jump in puddles, literally and existentially. We need to cherish our childish curiosity and mettle without consulting our minds first. One of the greetings in Chinese is translated as, “Is the child in you alive?” They know the value of carefree experimentation and joy.
Love this! I will keep an eye out for more puddles!
Love it!
Last week we had rain, I mean downpours!, the kind that soak you instantly. Everyone was running for cover. Me? I started singing and dancing in the rain. Oh what fun it was!