"You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation."
I was first introduced to the writing of Robert Fulghum back in High School. I read All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten after hearing it quoted at a school assembly. It was the first time I read an author who wrote like I did. Short, quippy essays on life.
One came back to mind today. I was journaling about the need for simple creativity in our daily lives. And I thought about how great it would be if we had an international Crayola day. A day where we all got together in our respective communities and sat down with a box of crayons and just played.
I regularly get together with a girlfriend of mine and we spend the afternoon sitting at my kitchen table drawing, coloring, creating. And talking. Those conversations are some of the most memorable for me. They flow spontaneously from the presence of exploration.
Fulghum takes the Crayola idea one step further:
"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air -- explode softly -- and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth -- boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either -- not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination."
This makes me smile. I like smiling.