One potato, two potato, three potato, four…

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When you woke up this morning, what was your first awareness? Was it a thought, a sound, bright light, what?

Mine was sound. I listened. Birds were singing; Blackbird, Crow, Finches and a Wood Pigeon. Not the dawn chorus, but enthusiastic nevertheless, at 7:00 am on a sunny morning. Next awareness, my husbands radio (always playing BBC radio 4) with the hourly news report. Then an airplane noise overhead. As I opened my eyes, light streamed in, forcing me to wakefulness. Blue sky and bright sunshine greeted me as I opened the curtains, listening to a report on the news to implement a plan to plant millions of trees worldwide to mitigate CO2 from the atmosphere…

Looking out the window onto tree-lined scrubby land filled with small brown butterflies and hover flies, it is hard to believe that there is a problem with our world.

If only all mornings could be this perfect for everyone?

One potato, two potato, three potato, four…

A game from my young childhood began playing in my head. As friends, we’d giggle in the playground, starting a game of hide and seek tag. “One potato, two potato, three potato four” … the appointed leader would use her rolled up fist to bump each of our own in turn… “five potato, six potato, seven potato, more… You’re it!” The eighth person that she chose, was ‘It.’

So ‘It’ would turn away and hide her eyes for a count of 10 seconds at a designated home base, while the rest of us ran away and hid. “Coming! Ready or not,” ‘ It’ would warn. She then used stealth, cunning and speed to find us, and tag us with another fist bump. If we got back to home base, we were safe from the tag. If not, we became the next ‘It.’ This endless game was social, competitive, fun and removed pent up tension from sitting too long in class. Even shy little weedlings like me enjoyed this game along with the extrovert types. We all got along, no one argued. When you were tagged, it was your turn to be the catcher. You were in charge, but only until you passed the tag onto the next person. It was fair, it was fun and we all adhered to the guidelines to participate.

A lot of those tags, turned into body slaps, with camaraderie and more giggles. We connected on a physical, emotional and mental level. If we were tired, it was OK to step away and watch from the sidelines, but we could join in again at any time. It was our game. We set the rules between us, and we all profited, increasing our awareness, speed, agility, and ability. There were no tools, no money, no betting, no corruption and no complaints.

Could the world work better this way, organising our leadership roles with a connected spirit? Certainly we need leaders but surely they should always be for the common good for all of us, and we should be able to choose who gets to be a leader at any time, while sticking to the same rules that we have all decided.

“One potato, two potato, three potato, four.”

 

3 thoughts on “One potato, two potato, three potato, four…

  1. Agreed on the ‘shoulds,’ though it’s not usually how it works ‘out there.’ Therefore, we remain ‘in here;’ in the garden at the end of the road in the middle of the ocean. This, I can do. This, I Must do. ❤

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