Since I published a very interesting conversation has been unfolding below it.

In the article, I focused on how necessary unstructured play is for us as a species in order to learn. But some great contributions from members and invited experts pushed the idea of play well beyond that.

 These are some of the other elements we explored:

Ventriloquist? Yeah, you heard that right. I want to give a shout-out to Linn here, because she’s been entertaining children in lockdown via Skype with her Audrey Duck puppet!

This boy is something else!

But one comment got me thinking more than others. “I once heard the early childhood academic Elizabeth Wood compare play to fog: we all know what it is, but when we try to touch it, it eludes us,”

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My experience of fog

Have you ever experienced the type of fog that Wood compares to play? I mean the thick cloud that envelops you and makes things around you disappear.

Growing up in Naples, southern Italy, I must say that fog was a bit of a bizarre concept to me. I knew about rain; I even experienced light snow. But fog, what was it? 

One of my childhood heroes was Scarlett O’Hara, the fierce protagonist of Gone with the Wind. I watched the film over and over while growing up – until I could also finally put my hands on the book. Well, Scarlett has a recurrent nightmare: she walks through the fog, hungry and tired, looking for something she can’t find.

In English, Scarlett talks of mist, but in the Italian translation I would watch, mist was translated as nebbia, which is actually fog.

At the end of the movie, Scarlett’s husband Rhett Butler walks out of the front door and disappears through the mist (or, well, the fog). I won’t spoil anything, but that scene must have made quite an impression on my young self because it transformed fog, an environmental phenomenon, into an emotion: fog became something you should be afraid of.

When I moved to St Andrews, a small, dreamy university town on the east coast of Scotland, for my studies, my sense of meteorology changed. I had early-morning German language classes (early was 9:00!) and in winter, on some really crappy days, it was very hard to see anything when I walked to class. The sun wasn’t out yet, and I was quite sleepy, so fog turned into a dreamlike state.

It wasn’t until I moved to Quito, Ecuador’s capital city, that fog became something physical.

At 2,850 metres (9,350ft), Quito is the second highest capital city after La Paz, Bolivia. When I arrived, I immediately fell in love with an apartment I saw in the old town because of its huge picture window that looked east. On a clear day, you could see the snowy peak of Mt Antisana, a volcano some 50km east of Quito.

A photograph of the correspondent’s apartment in Quito showing a table with four chairs and a vase with flowers, and on the left the picture window with a view of the outside rooftops.
A photograph of the snowy peak of Mount Antisana in the distance.
Going back through my archives of pictures from 2010 made me a little nostalgic – but it was also a great opportunity to travel from my desk!

At night, when the neblina came in, I entered a different kind of world. Sounds would be muffled, people became a distant memory. It felt like the gods had locked me in, pasting some glue-like material outside my windows.

I knew there was an outside world, but the fog was so thick that it made me doubt my memories of a few hours prior.

Since the lockdown started in Italy seven weeks ago, I’ve been stuck in a fog-like state of mind. I know there is an outside world where I would previously go out for a walk and kiss people hello. But the fog is so thick that I sometimes wonder if all of that really existed. 

Fog has impaired my writing too. My job is to write and share insights. I can usually access words and ideas. But right now I know they are there, but I can’t quite reach them.

My sense of home is foggy

How many other things are just like that – especially at this moment in time?

My colleague Her words stayed with me especially because I have been homeless out of choice, or nomadic, since December 2016. 

When the lockdown started in Italy, we happened to be visiting my parents in Naples. Not too bad a place to be in lockdown for two months: we have a terrace, and I even get a separate office space from where I can work. 

But I have this feeling of nostalgia about an idea of a home that I don’t even have. I think of how many hours I could have sat on a sofa I don’t have, or of how I would arrange my desk if it was my own. There is a foggy distance between this feeling of wanting to have my own space and the reality of a home, especially at a time when we can’t go anywhere at all.

A beauty log 

One way I try to elude fog is by being in the moment and focusing on things that give me joy. A kiss on my son’s chubby, soft cheeks, for example. Looking at the swallows dancing above my head as I exercise on the terrace, or observing a new flower blooming out of a cactus.

I began a course on that is helping me reflect on those elements that make me feel more present. One thing I started is a daily beauty log, where I take pictures of details that I find beautiful in my everyday life. (I don’t like the pressure of 30-day challenges and things like that.)

So, how is your mind these days? Are you foggy too? And what are you finding beautiful on an everyday basis? I would love to see your pictures and hear your thoughts!

Thanks for reading, and be well,


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