WARNING: The following may contain more sweetness and light than some may be able to tolerate. Diabetics and those with dental or periodontal disease may be at special risk.
Cynics and those with an addiction to following the daily drama of "As The Anglican World Turns" may be prone to an outbreak of something near the experience of joy, which they may not immediately recognize and may come as something of a shock. Those with high blood pressure may be at risk.
Proceed with caution. You have been duly warned.
Last night I had supper with my grandkiddo's (oh, yes, and their parents, of course) and then went to the Art Show at Mackie's Elementary School.
I asked her, "How did you do that? Did you look in a mirror or do it from memory?"
"Oh, I was just thinking of myself in a happy place and remembered what I felt like."
"Was that difficult?"
"Well, because other people see you in a different way than you see yourself."
"So, what were you feeling when you painted this?"
"What do you think, Nana?"
"Hmmm . . . looks very light and airy to me."
"Good job, Nana! I was thinking about floating in the pool, looking up at the sky and thinking that Daddy needs to cut the lawn."
"Yes, I see."
"Well, Mackie, this is pretty green."
"Right. It's beautiful, don't you think?"
"Oh yes, absolutely. What were you thinking when you put it together?"
"I was thinking of what would happen if a grape evolved into an animal."
"Really?! What a funny thought!"
"No, Nana. It was very serious. Don't you see what it is?"
"Oh, dear. I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I don't."
"It's a grapeasaurus. You might not have recognized it."
"I didn't, actually."
"It's okay, Nana. It's extinct."
"What color is this?" asked Mackie.
"BRUE!" exclaimed Abby
"Right! And, what color is THIS?"
"Good job, Abby! That's right! It's PURPLE!"
(Did I mention that Abby is going to be two in August?)
And, indeed, she does.
There was a full house at the Art Show - proud parents and grandparents were standing in long lines to 'oooh and aaah' at the work our children had done. It was really quite impressive.
I also found myself delighted that, in these uncertain economic times, her school has not cut the arts from their budget.
A concert is planned in the middle of June featuring children playing their instruments, singing and dancing.
The art of childhood is dependent upon the stimulation of an active imagination.
Compromise that, especially in the midst of war, and you compromise the art of being human.
Indeed, it may well be that, in these days of gas prices hovering around $4.00 a gallon and in the midst of war, the best antidote to the toxicity of our times is a child's whimsy and fantasy.