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		<description><![CDATA[Aren&#8217;t mud pies so freeingly fun? I loved playing in the mud as a child, and making mud pies was a favorite past time.  In my five year old mind, it ranked right up there with tire swings and puppies.  I still remember the dirt&#8217;s earthy smell and grainy wet texture as it squished between [...]]]></description>
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Aren&#8217;t mud pies so freeingly fun?  I loved playing in the mud as a child, and making mud pies was a favorite past time.  In my five year old mind, it ranked right up there with tire swings and puppies.  I still remember the dirt&#8217;s earthy smell and grainy wet texture as it squished between my fingers and toes.  I&#8217;d start my mud pies by taking the water hose and running it over a spot in the yard, usually taking out an ant mound here and there along the way.  Then, I took a cake pan and piled mud into it.  I derived such pleasure in smoothing the top layer of the mud so that it was even with the top of the pan.  Then, after all that effort, I dumped out the pan and did it all over again.</p>
<p>As a child, I did things like this for the pure pleasure of them.  Imagine if I had said to myself, &#8220;Well, no one can eat mud pies so I shouldn&#8217;t go about building them.&#8221;  This sounds absurd to a child, but as an adult, I regularly deny myself enjoyable experiences because they are not considered productive or useful.</p>
<p>Mud pies remind me that joy and pleasure ARE useful, and anything we do that creates them is worthwhile.</p>
<blockquote><p>I do it for the joy it brings, cause I&#8217;m a joyful girl. &#8216;Cause the world owes us nothing, we owe each other the world. <cite>Ani Difranco</cite></p></blockquote>
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