so when the leprechaun came to visit on saturday, leaving his/her footprints on our woodfloors-spreading irish cheer (albeit hats, bubbles, beads and chocolates), the wide-eyed early morning discovery of this intruder’s belongings in the eyes of the little scarletsparks was nothing short of exhilarating to me. to be able to stand in wonderment at the possibility of an invisible creature descending upon their humble abode stirred a sense of loss/joy inside. how is it possible that we as adults lose this sense of childhood amazement/adoration in small wonders?
our visitor's imprints
grading.....i mean using my imagination
imagination then is something i have tried to cultivate today as i have poured over the pile of winter quarter grading. can i sense some green footprints in the writings of my students? do each have a unique print that i can pull from their words? this has been the task and no easy challenge. 34 years of calluses are hard to slough.
as bruce hornsby in shadow hand so eloquently says:
so nice to pretend
think i'll do it again
no cards to send, no torn heart to mend
a little imagination and then
a world of fantasy with my friends
such is my world. imagination and all on this mid march day.
such is my world. imagination and all on this mid march day.
1 comment:
Such a cute post! :) I love the green footprints!
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