“See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.” Robert McCammon
“There were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.” Michael Ende
You have to appreciate this picture with me.
I have recently started colouring, blaming my daughter Tina who gave me a colouring book and crayons for Christmas and unleashed the monster. Then I joined a couple of the groups on Facebook and it was kind of like baptism by a dunk in the deepest ocean . . . while holding a heavy rock .. . . . duct taped to your hands. Suddenly my life was everything colouring and the passion and intensity of people driven to colour every day, in every way, endlessly, over and over, buying and consuming all things colourful rip tided me way out into the deep beyond all rescue. My life was taken over by the raging river of nonstop posting on my Facebook. My phone sounded like it was having an epileptic attack with all the dinging to notify me of another post.
I couldn’t even see anything my friends or family posted on my feeds.
Best week of my life.
And most of the work is exceptional and beautiful beyond what you could imagine possible with a coloured pencil and those that are not quite up to that standard are just beginners who will nail it and surpass their teachers in no time.
I spent a lot of time researching, as is my way, and learning about the terms and the supplies etc. I always figure, if I suck at colouring, I can impress them with how they make those prisma coloured pencils or which paper is the best to use and why. I am never sure if people are impressed with what I have to say or just that any human being can talk that fast and for so long without breathing.
I will take what adoration I can get. Continue reading
How sad that as we age we are expected to take life seriously. I have never understood why people assume because you are laughing and having a good time, or even dancing on your desk , that you are not being responsible.
I tried the “sit down and act like a grown up” and it was uncomfortable, restrictive , and boring.
I am not a one dimensional robot. Continue reading
If you knew my life story, you would probably ask me how I manage to get out of bed each day. I am not sure you would even believe my story, but “the story,” is NOT the story. Those are things that happened to me.
The story is that everything that happened only served to break me open and make me so appreciate of love. It allowed me to see beauty where others do not, to see hope where others may not look. I am grateful for my life. I really am, even when I sometimes have to administer first aid to my scabs that life can sometimes pick at. Continue reading
As kids, it never occurred to us that we could not do something. Life was one big invitation and we were up for just about everything . . . until our parents started filling our hearts and minds with ideas of “can’t” and “shouldn’t.”
We not only believed that we could do anything, we believed in the world and in one another. We believed in magic, not because we were naive but because our boxes were as unformed and as flexible as our bones.
One of the first thi Continue reading