Tuesday, March 26, 2013

"RAIN" and BOOKFRIENDS


Friends are a lot like books, I think.

They can cheer you on dreary days.

They can help you see things from a different angle.

They can make a long journey feel short.

They can make you remember things long forgotten.

They can heal the hurt in your heart.

They can make you believe in your best self.

They can make you want to sing or laugh or do a silly dance.

And sometimes, one can lead to the other.....a friend can introduce you to a book, or....

a book can introduce you to a new friend...

which is how I met -Linda Ashman, acclaimed author of numerous picture books. 

 In 2007, Linda and I both had books that were finalists in the Colorado Book Awards, and so we met each other at a book event, and became fast friends.  For years we would meet each other for coffee at our local coffee shop.  We'd chat about this and that, about life's ups and downs and twists and turns. And then, last year, Linda moved from Colorado to North Carolina.

But a few weeks ago, she sent me a copy of her most recent book.  Imagine my delight when I saw that title!



What a treasure - a book all about...RAIN! Look at that reflection in the puddle! I've lived in Colorado  now for many years, a high plains desert with about 320 days of SUNSHINE.  Yet, still, I miss my native Scotland where we have about 300 days of RAIN!  How I still miss the smell of rain, the cloudy skies, and puddles - lots and lots of puddles! 

RAIN reminds me of long ago days in Scotland, where I jumped in many a puddle wearing my wellingtons and....my little rainmate. (yes - believe it or not, back in those days, girls carried in their pockets, a sort of little plastic bag, folded like a concertina with two little straps on each side.  When it rained, you pulled it out, tugged it open and fastened it over your head to keep your hair dry - it was your "friend" in the rain - your "rain mate.")

But this book is more than just a delightful romp in the rain, more than an ode to soggy days; it is a perfect example of one of my favorite quotes from Marcus Aurelius "The color of your thought dyes your soul."  Through humorous pictures and spare text, we see how RAIN affects an old man and a young child in totally different ways, and we see how one little person can spread sunshine even on the rainiest of days!

And of course, being the kind of friend that she is, Linda dedicated the book to me!  Like all good friends, she knows a little about my heart - that I love the rain and still miss it even after all these years.

This is a clever, tender book that you will want to read with a little one - but be warned - when you are finished, you will definitely want to run outside and jump in the biggest puddle you can find! 

Here's to RAIN, PUDDLES, and....

FRIENDS!
Thanks, Linda!


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Happy St. Patrick's Day

A few years back I happened to be making a school visit on St. Patrick's Day, and was delighted to see all the children dressed up in my favorite color - GREEN.


But I was somewhat dismayed when I asked them "Who can tell me who St. Patrick was?"  One little fellow boldly proclaimed, "I think he was a LEPRECHAUN."

Ah well, no doubt St. Patrick, having lived with the Irish for most of his life, has enough of a sense of humor to be laughing at that line from his heavenly home!




 So, why do I love St. Patrick?

Let me count the ways....


1.  He was born in Scotland -as I was. 

2.  He converted the Celtic people to Christianity but never shunned their love of nature and fairies.  (Indeed, it was easy for the Irish to embrace Christianity, because they already believed in other worlds, like the fairy kingdom, and were quite comfortable with the idea that, often what we cannot see is more real than what we can.)

3. He gave us the first Celtic cross - the ancient Celts already believed in the sacredness of the circle - stories were told in a circle, the sun and moon were circles, and so when Patrick converted them to Christianity, he simply placed the cross over the circle to give us what we now know and love as the CELTIC CROSS.
 4.  He knew what it was like to be homesick for your native land (as I am, sometimes.)  As a young boy, Patrick was captured from his native Scotland, and taken to Ireland as a slave, and for many years, he pined for his own country and his own people.

5. He was a lover of nature and had a tremendous reverence for the earth and all God's creatures...as all the Irish do.


6.  And...he was a....STORYTELLER!



Two of my favorite children's  books about St. Patrick




Happy St. Patrick's Day!