i smiled at her. i told her i would never forget about how we drove through the desert in arizona, eating cookies as we went, and how she watched as i panned for gold. i laughed as i felt her hair, saying that it was so curly. i scratched her back a little, then gave her a little shoulder massage. she said that it felt really good. i gave her a big hug, kissed her forehead, and told her i loved her before i left. that was a few days ago.
and now i will never see her again with my earthly eyes. i love you so much, grandma...i hope you knew that. i think you did.
goodbye....
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
feel the colours
today, i went into my friend's elementary school class to teach some art. the last time i was in there, one particular little girl, K, gave me lots of attention, bouncing around wherever i went, smiling, saying silly things. today's lesson was on colour, and the emotions that we associate with different colours. i handed out paint, and had the kids make paintings of scenes and things that represented feelings using colours that they associated with those emotions.
i circulated the room, refilling paint trays, answering questions, offering suggestions, etc. i noticed K's painting. it was a scene with two cliffs and a deep chasm in between them. on one side was a blue figure with outstretched arms. on the other side were three other figures, a small white one, a larger red one, and another next to the cliff, yellow, also with outstretched arms.
i circulated the room some more, and when i came back to K, she had her little hood pulled over her head and she was crying. i looked at her painting. the blue man, alone, was her father. on the other side were her mother, painted red, her brother, and her. she painted herself in yellow because she said she felt guilty.
it hit me like a punch in the face. this girl needs her father. i think this has a lot to do with why she was paying me so much attention. i told her...it was ok to feel what she was feeling, but it wasn't her fault. it told her it was good to use art to work out her feelings. i showed her something that i had made to help me work out my feelings.after recess, she was smiling again.
i circulated the room, refilling paint trays, answering questions, offering suggestions, etc. i noticed K's painting. it was a scene with two cliffs and a deep chasm in between them. on one side was a blue figure with outstretched arms. on the other side were three other figures, a small white one, a larger red one, and another next to the cliff, yellow, also with outstretched arms.
i circulated the room some more, and when i came back to K, she had her little hood pulled over her head and she was crying. i looked at her painting. the blue man, alone, was her father. on the other side were her mother, painted red, her brother, and her. she painted herself in yellow because she said she felt guilty.
it hit me like a punch in the face. this girl needs her father. i think this has a lot to do with why she was paying me so much attention. i told her...it was ok to feel what she was feeling, but it wasn't her fault. it told her it was good to use art to work out her feelings. i showed her something that i had made to help me work out my feelings.after recess, she was smiling again.
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