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Last night I played hide and seek with the cat. I know, it sounds like something you might hear in group therapy: My name is Lynne and I'm a cataholic. Play isn't a big enough part of our lives as we get older. Not playing games to win, but play that has no end result, no goal, beyond the enjoyment of the moment. Some people might call it silliness.  Silly, from the Middle English 'sely' or 'seely' meaning 'happy'. Want to do something silly today?

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  1. I have a 4 year old black lab named Pepper. I know I need and enjoy it as much as she does. I am glad to hear about bringing some play into our lives.

    Also wanted to say how much I liked your insights into the practice of writing small stones.(Over on Fionas WOWH blog)

    I especially liked your observation of how sometimes your writing "... speaks to me in a different voice when I come back to it at a later date."

    Hope your new year is going well.

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