I'm reading the book "Free play" by Nachmanovich again this autumn. I read it first in college about 1992 and it profoundly affected the way I thought about teaching art and doing my own. It's premise is that the act of creating is, in fact, the act of "playing". It is allowing the ego to back off and coming into the moment fully. Begin absorbed and involved with the imagination to the point of not knowing what time it is or how hungry you are.
Do you remember being able to cross the line into an imaginary world? Creating anything out of anything, just because you could?
It is not something we practice as adults. Play is squeezed out of us as we go to school, , join organized sports, as our time is filled with specific "slots" in which to complete our tasks for the day. As we lose the freedom of time, we lose our natural inclination to play and create.
It is a worthwhile practice to try to get back to that place, even taking small steps. Taking time to get back to that childlike wonder where we get in touch with imagination and creativity, leading us to recognize that little kid we left behind somewhere along the way.
How do you enter into that realm of play as an adult?