Thursday, March 27, 2014

Love and Friendship 4

Friends are the Elixir of Life! 

 
 
Whether it is Pooh Bear and Piglet, Charlotte and Wilbur, or Amos and Boris, we know that good friends can look very different on the outside - after all, opposites attract! 
 
We also know that good friends make life worth living - they help us love more and see life from a different angle.
 
 
In fact, good friends are a lot like good books.
 
They encourage us.
 
 
They help us see the world a little differently.
 
 
They can make us feel bold and brave.
 
 
They can make us laugh or cry.
 
 
They can make us wonder.
 
They remind us that we are not alone in this world.
 
Margaret Drabble maintained that we were put on this earth to "endeavor in the face of the impossible."  Good friends help us do just that - endeavor!!



 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Love and Friendship 3



"The best way to know God is to love many things."

Vincent Van Gogh
 
 
 
 
I love pondering the infinite aspect of love and creativity.  It is easy for children to understand when I tell them that my grandmother had nine children, and my mother had three children, but my grandmother did not love her nine children any less than my mother loved her three children.  It is a bit like the magic well in the fairy tales.  As long as you keep dipping your ladle into the well, it will never run dry.  So too with our hearts, as long as we choose to keep loving, then our magic wells - our hearts - will never run dry!  And as long as we keep creating, we will never run out of things to create.
 
A LOVELY writing and life exercise for children and adults - at end of every day:
 
Write down three things that you LOVED about your day.
 
You should really never run out of things to write about!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Thursday, March 13, 2014

Love and Friendship 2

Love inspires

 
 
 
 
 
 
My second book, Inventor McGregor, is all about a jolly fellow by the name of Hector McGregor who discovers that the source of inspiration lies in the heart of his happy, happy home - surrounded by his cheery wife, five children and a hen called Hattie.  In other words LOVE inspires him, as it does all of us, I believe.
 
 
Inspire is a Latin word - INSPIRARE - and it means to breath life into.  Isn't that a powerful definition?
 
 
So while it is love that inspires us all, it will be a different love for different people.  But whether it is science, baseball, dinosaurs, Mozart, hiking, swimming, baking, painting, or writing, these loves make us want to live more, they put us in touch with our better selves and help us make the world a better place. 
 

“Love the earth and sun and animals.  Despise riches.  Give alms to anyone who asks.  Stand up for the stupid and the crazy.  Devote your income and labor to others......and your very flesh shall be a great poem”  Whitman

 
                                                                                  
 
 
A good question to end each day -
 
"What breathed life into me?"


Sunday, March 9, 2014

Love and Friendship 1

"All I want to say in books, all I ever wanted to say in books, is I LOVE THE WORLD" E.B. White
                                                                                                                    
When I talk to children about LOVE, I tell them I do not mean the sappy soppy Hollywood version. Rather I mean something else-another kind of love that has to do with what you are ready to give up for another person.


 Writers for children usually write from some love they feel for the world around them.  And when we love something, we automatically want to share it with others.




During my school visits, I will explain to children that I did not grow up in a very demonstrative culture.  For the most part, Scottish people do not indulge in public displays of affection as they might do here in the States - we are after all a nation of introverts!




A story about LOVE that I share with children:

Although my parents were not in the habit of saying, "We love you," to their children, I still knew that I was loved, because of what my parents did.  I give this example of my father and I.  One day we were at the local library where I was foraging for my books of fairy tales - always a favorite of mine.  Back in those days, children were given two library tickets that allowed them to check out two books for a two week period.  Adults were given four tickets.  But on this particular day, I was desperately yearning for more books: I knew that I would rapidly devour these two books long before I could make another trip to the library.  My dad, seeing my crest-fallen face, put aside two of his books, and gave me his two tickets.

So, as I walked out of that library with four books under my arms instead of two, there wasn't a shred of doubt in my little book lover's heart that I was loved, because what greater love could there be, I reasoned, than to give up your library books for another?