December 10, 2017, Walker, AZ-
I attended a Christmas gathering at the home of a senior Red Cross volunteer, this afternoon, in this small forest community, ten miles southeast of Prescott. It was just a relaxing time for volunteers to recap the year and share stories of their various deployments, across the South, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and California. After a couple of hours had passed, with goodly amounts of food and drink, and people began to head out, the host brought out a Jenga set.
This inspired these thoughts:
How sturdy is a house of loose blocks?
How many pieces can be removed, and from which part of the structure, before the edifice comes tumbling down?
Is there careful planning, as to demolition?
If so, what plans are there for something to take its place?
How high can such a structure be?
Does it really matter who lives in it, or even who owns it?
A lot of life is like Jenga.
A Sagittarian Seeker 
I’ve played jenga several times and it is always a risky venture after the initial blocks are removed. I like the analogy to life and have to agree that life and jenga have peril and calculated risks in equal measure. It takes concentration to navigate to the win!
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I introduced it to a class of emotionally-handicapped teens, in 2006. It completely turned their hostility around and they actually bought into the focus aspect.
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That sounds like a superb training exercise!
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I find it definitely improves focus.
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I have seen Jenga on TV, but have no idea of how to play. During my time, we didn’t have jenga, but other games.
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It involves removing pieces, without causing the tower to collapse.
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Nice metaphor.
XxX
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Thanks so much, Patty!
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A nice reminder that we should play more. Even unlearn things from adulthood and see it (question it) from a child’s perspective. Thanks for sharing and all the best!
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True, indeed, and thank you, Mathias!
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