back to home page
Lopez Island Orcas Island  Visitor's Guide 
Email this page to a friend
Google Web sanjuanislander.com

DAVID BENTLEY'S WEEKLY COLUMN


Email this page to a friend

Previous
columns

On Performing

Mother's Day

Waiting for the Rain

Just Say Oops

Remember To Breathe

Posed To Do It

Being Found

Signs of Spring

Our Great Work

Who Makes the Rules?

Universal Language

What Keeps Me Going

No Satisfaction

Going to America

Exploration & Growth

Ordinary Heroes

Little Boxes

MORE COLUMNS...

A WAY TO PLAY TODAY

It had been a grueling week with more than the usual number of crises to handle. I'd been up late the night before, and arisen at 6 a.m. thinking of something I'd forgotten to do the previous day. My body wanted to go back to sleep, but my bloodshot eyes wouldn't close. So I dressed, ate some breakfast, and completed my pending business. Then a colleague asked if I would watch her two children for a few minutes.

Since there was a slide and swing set nearby, I agreed. After all, it's not that difficult to push a swing or watch someone slide a few thousand times while you're in a state of fatigue and semi-consciousness. Unfortunately I'd forgotten how short the attention spans of two- and five-year-olds can be.

The swinging lasted about five minutes. The slide was exciting for seven minutes more. Then my charges wanted me to play a game with them. Instead I suggested a timed race. This worked for four minutes and ten seconds, which is how long it took the five-year-old to complete the running course I prescribed.

Again they wanted to play hide and go seek with me. I explained I was tired and not feeling like playing a game. So the five-year-old said, "That's okay, David. You can hide and we'll look for you." Then the indefatigable child covered her eyes with her hands, counted to ten out loud, and walked away from where I was standing saying, "Now where could David have hidden. I don't see him anywhere."

I burst out laughing. This child was going to play with me whether or not I participated. By the end of our game, Mom was finished with her work; and all of us could go home for a well deserved nap. This time, filled with the joy of childhood play, I slept very well.

  • Is your life too complicated for play time?

  • Are you too exhausted for a game with a friend?

  • What would happen if you played anyhow?

  • How will you find a way to play today?

© 2006 David Bentley


David Bentley, M.Ed. & Personal Coach, coaches clients through the game of life, helping them find balance, clarity of direction, and purpose in an ever-changing world.

You may contact him at 360.378.8436

by e-mail at david@coachbentley.com

or visit his Web site: www.coachbentley.com

SAN JUAN ISLANDER © 2008

news@sanjuanislander.com

ABOUT US | ADVERTISING INFO | CONTACT INFORMATION |