Ackerman and deep play. Yes and at the same time her writing irritates me. It doesn’t feel deep. It feels like surface, like a series of bugs skimming across the water. The ripples are shallow and I can’t find the centre. I don’t think it is cynicism. I completely believe in experiences and moments where I go in deep and when I come up for air, I feel disoriented, destabilized but satisfied that something has shifted in my world. I am interested in the repetition of risk, uncertainty, danger in her text because those particular words bring me to a place of not knowing. I like edges, stepping into the void.

Deep Play is a way of being. It is impossible to sustain all the time, but it doesn’t need to happen while flying or seeing wild animals. I don’t think she is advocating the exotic, but at the same time I wonder about the ecstasy of everyday nature. I am in awe of a weed that can push its way between the crack in the pavement and the foundation of a building. If I follow it long enough, I too, enter a zone…