Day 34: October 18, 2013
Each year, the preschoolers I work with pass on childhood traditions and tales. The river rocks on the playground are just the right size. A preschooler can pick one up and move them around, but just barely. That effort makes it even more valuable. Turns out, I was wrong, they aren’t actually river rocks.
Over the years the rocks have evolved to tell different stories. Sometimes they are lined up to make a path or a bridge. Other times, they are assembled in a big pile. Chairs circle the pile and a campsite appears. For a while, they were dinosaur eggs that needed saving. Sometimes they are babies.
Now that I think of it, they are rarely river rocks. When children, when people, play in the streets or playground or backyard, a new home, a new place, and a new peace is created.
Lord, guide us to the streets, to see the vision, to play together. How will I play today?
Chalice Christian Church (Disciples of Christ)