One of the games most loved by the Cooke clan is Charades.  It is not only highly entertaining but slightly more competitive than the FA Cup Final, and only a little gentler than the Coliseum!  I love how it illustrates how different minds see the same thing.  It is an amazing testimony into the brilliance of the human brain.  I also love all those times where someone does some stupid, little thing and the other person comes out with the exact title of some obscure Russian novel; two minds in perfect harmony!

However, there is another side to Christmas charades that is less positive.   This is when we fall into our assigned role in the group/tribe such as ‘joker’, or ‘dutiful son’ or ‘clever daughter’ or ‘Mr Fixit’ etc..  I talked about labels in an earlier blog, and one of their effects is to cause us not to see or relate to the real / whole person. 

People change and grow as they age, and things which were appropriate at one stage of their lives become restricting and uncomfortable.  One of my issues is when I/we conspire in this process for the sake of ‘not rocking the boat’.  Yet we all need to be seen and accepted by those closest to us, and this kind of behaviour prevents that from happening

So this year at the Cooke tribal Xmas we played both sorts of charades, one of which brought me joy and brought us closer together, the other left me feeling sad and diminished….

What games have you been playing this Xmas?


“Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where’s your river going? Are you riding with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don’t you see that there is no effort if you’re riding with your river?”    Frederick (Carl) Frieseke


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