Posts tagged “imagination

On the beach

A day out at the beach

Can fill you with joy

And teach you that you need to make time for rest —

And space for play and imagination.

Even when stripped down to the bare bones,

We still have a rusty beauty.

At the end of the day,

It is enough simply to be,

And to be who we are.

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Nonsense? Yes please!

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.” ~ Dr. Seuss


Wouldn’t it be wonderful if imagination and silliness were on school curricula every day?

I hope to be silly even in old age… and by the looks of things, I’m succeeding! How about you?



Imagination can move rocks

stones

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

Antoine De Saint-Exupery

cathedral

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This is the Divine Temple, Hari Mandir, at the centre of the Golden Temple of Amritsar in India.


Getting schooled

“Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of facts.”

– Henry Brooks Adams

It’s back to school tomorrow for anklebiter #1. Last year, at age 6, she went to a sort of starter class – a class in school that prepares you for ‘real’ school. A cross between pre-school and big school. But this year, aged 7, it’s down to business. Getting serious about learning. Yup – school is compulsory from Year 1 and onwards.

And already last year (to my secret delight), she was complaining about how school had too many rules, and why was using your imagination not valued as highly as being able to write on the lines…

As the old story goes: a girl runs up to her mum and says excitedly, “I’ve taught the dog how to roll over and play dead!” The mother is pleased and asks the girl to show her the new trick with the dog. “Play dead!” she says. The dog looks up at the mother with his big, brown eyes and wags his tail.

“But he’s not doing it,” exclaims the mum.

“Well,” replies the girl, “I said that I had taught him how to play dead. NOT that he had learnt it!”

There’s a whole new world of learning out there: I just hope that she learns to discover it with a sense of wonder, curiosity and joy.