"Playful" is not an adjective most people would connect with a small, rural, very traditional Presbyterian congregation. Yet early Sunday morning, a minister I know walked into an empty sanctuary. His congregation was hiding in the basement to celebrate April Fool's Day. They were playing - with each other and with him. Several hours later, he was still laughing.
I am reading a sci-fi novel about a world that has the same word for "work" and "play." Like children, the people of that world devote themselves to doing what they want while enjoying social connection. They think, produce, and serve - and call it all play. Oddly, the book doesn't give me much of their sense of humour. Only people who can laugh mix up work and play.
What keeps work and play separate in your life?