My friend has just told me a story when they visited a cathedral. They were surrounded by hushed tones and whispers as they paraded round the artwork and architecture. The “sacred” moment was punctuated by one child followed by a group who saw the marble floor at the front as a perfect place to slide, whilst screaming their glee at the top of their little voices. I suspect the parents were mortified but the sacred moment happened in the playful exuberance rather than in the stifled conversation and parade.
The image above taken by Hannah Soar shines of joy. Maybe its time to kick off the sombre black shoes and put multi coloured boots on instead. Just imagine what could happen if meetings and course work and tasks were fuelled with joy. What drives your day, duty or joy?