Found this picture in the newspaper the other day. It reminded me of several things: laying on the floor in dance classes, giggling, asian babies and being a kid. See, as a secretary I could never do this at work. But inwardly I'm doing this kind of thing all day long. I'm twisting and spinning and rolling around on the inside. I have no dignity. Or rather I have the kind of majestic dignity that a kid has who has no regard for social norms or basic office propriety. Maybe that's why I liked teaching drama to eight year olds so well: I got paid to roll around on the floor. Anyways. I offer this image as a reminder that we are all allowed to play on the floor. In our spirits. Ok, no that sounded hokey. It's not about your inner child. It's about your outer childishness. Reminding your body that you don't have to sit upright in a swivel chair all day every day.