Dearest ones, 

Get your head out of your own ass. Seriously. It’s time to STOP taking things SO seriously. If you must take something seriously, take your play time seriously. Take your self-expansion seriously. Take your time spent playing hookie seriously. Take joy seriously. 

I hope you delight in moments of drifting like the morning fog that filters through the bay, soft and gray and permeable.  

I hope you remember that Earth did not offer us a One Perfect Anything, but rather thousands upon thousands of iterations. 

I hope you play and remember is no way to get it wrong. That idea was sold to us by white men with a penchant for violence. No. Earth shows us it is not so. 

There is no way to get it wrong, and as long as you’re alive, you’ll never get it done. There is not one Perfect Pink Flower but rather an infinite array of pink flowers, of trees, of people, of ways to spend an afternoon!

I hope you pick something to do soon that swarms your body with eagerness — that feeling of being alive and on purpose.  

And I hope you don’t dare dream of doing anything but allowing yourself to fully enjoy it. 

Big, bright love,

Lisa Frank play-date with my inner-child