My sandbox or yours?

My friend, Lindsee, and I usually meet on Thursday mornings. It is my time with her to tap into my creativity and play, and Lindsee is right there as the perfect playmate. We explore ideas and create these visions, and it is in the realm of possibility that excitement unfolds.

Today is Thursday, and we didn't get to meet, but had a phone conversation where Lindsee shared some insights from her experience with her nephews. Lindsee stayed with her nephews while her sister attended to a new celebratory time by flying off to the Phillipines to adopt a new child. While Lindsee was with her nephews, she decided to make it a different experience. She allowed herself the experience of playing and being with her nephews that brought out her inner child. On many occasions when she has been with her nephews, she would go on the computer or text friends, and not really be in the moment with them. This time was different, and she shared her feelings of excitement.

When we hung up, I felt so good as Lindsee was a gift for me to remember to bask only in the present. After our conversation, I got in the car and only drive a few miles when I was overcome with tears of emotion. In that emotion was a vision of my mother, who passed away in 1987, and my conversation with her in a store, "Mom, hurry up. We have so many things to do today." That vision was a gift, a reminder, to live in the present and not have urgency at the forefront. And that word urgency is very subjective as what fear is coming up that I feel I have to leave this present moment?

It's time for me to play and remember the sandbox for in this space I know who I am.