Like the pinky finger, people often minimize this area of life: Play.

Play is whatever is play for you, things you love to do so much that when you do them, time is meaningless.

For me, two of those playthings are working with clay and taking photos. Another is having adventures.

Adventures don’t have to be big (Patagonia!). They can be smaller, like exploring a new-to-me coffee shop, city park, or bookstore. One of my favorite play adventures is looking at rocks. Seriously.

Play may look silly—or stupid—to someone else. No matter. Play is a delightful thing that makes our whole-self sing. Let’s play!

*New here? Welcome! The series on the Human Compass and the Hand begins here.

Chewing the Cud of Good

Thankful for places that nourish my soul, and for the double adventure of rocks in Patagonia.