ColorsToday’s Word: ‘COLORS’ as in… keep your crayons close, you’ll need them.

Something happened somewhere between “wasn’t…” and “is…” and everything changed.

But what happened?

At some point, someone, a teacher perhaps, handed us a large piece of paper and invited us to draw whatever we wanted to draw. So we drew clouds. And as we sat back and looked at what we’d created, we saw things in those clouds. We saw high chairs and sky scrapers, we saw boats and fish, we saw antelopes and automobiles. The longer we stared at those clouds on our canvas, the more we were certain that we were seeing our friends and family members; brothers, sisters, grandparents, dads, moms. We were seeing fish chasing rabbits and dogs covered with spaghetti noodles. It was a wonderful, mystical, revealing, enlightening, freeing, exhilarating experience.

But that’s not what others saw.

As people looked over our shoulders they asked us, “What is that?” and “What are those?”

(You know how it is when people ask those questions – they sort of emphasize the “this” and the “that.”)

And when we told them what that is and what those are, they couldn’t see it. When what we had “made in our image of what we were making,” and they didn’t understand, and they questioned it, then we began to question it. We began to hold back, a little at first, and then a lot. And soon our generative impulse was less an impulse and more of something that had to be coaxed out of us.

When we were five years old most of us were brimming with confidence. We knew intuitively that we could draw a shape, paint a picture, sing a song, do some kind of dance. It came so naturally and we were brimming with confidence. But within only a few years that would change. Confidence began to wane and our imaginations, once clear and fertile, became clouded and calloused with self-doubt. And we quietly put our crayons down. We put our colored pencils away. We stopped singing out loud.

And we decided to just …

skip …

the …


But something way down deep inside of us reminded us this was not the end of this story.



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