My little grandson and I were playing with watercolours. This always ends in tears as his imagination is far superior to his skills in painting. What he paints leaves him feeling sad and inadequate.
So we played a game. 'Let us see what the brush wants to paint' - game.
Suddenly he was set free.
If the painting was bad, it was the brush that was being naughty!
He dipped the brush in bright crimson and started a thick line.
The line twisted and turned all over the page.
At the end of it he stood back and said 'hey! I have made an escalator! Look it goes all the way up ... and turns... and goes all the way up again .. and turns...'
We coloured many sheets after that.
and yes, sometimes the paint-brush was naughty and we could not guess what it wanted to draw.
at others we knew!
When we did know, we wrote our name on the page.
We made a car-on-car-on-car, we made a large sea shell, we made sponge-bob.
I see my life over the years. I see that when the paintbrush of Nature has been naughty leaving me confused I say not me. He did it. and I get angry.
When the paintings of life are good, I am happy to write my name on it. and say I did it!
But sometimes the paintings are bad and yet i say i did it........ that's when I feel really bad. That's when I weep.
Life is full of surprises and and serendipity. Being open to unexpected turns in the road is an important part of success. If you try to plan every step, you may miss those wonderful twists and turns. Just find your next adventure-do it well, enjoy it-and then, not now, think about what comes next.He dipped the brush in bright crimson and started a thick line.
The line twisted and turned all over the page.
At the end of it he stood back and said 'hey! I have made an escalator! Look it goes all the way up ... and turns... and goes all the way up again .. and turns...'
We coloured many sheets after that.
and yes, sometimes the paint-brush was naughty and we could not guess what it wanted to draw.
at others we knew!
When we did know, we wrote our name on the page.
We made a car-on-car-on-car, we made a large sea shell, we made sponge-bob.
I see my life over the years. I see that when the paintbrush of Nature has been naughty leaving me confused I say not me. He did it. and I get angry.
When the paintings of life are good, I am happy to write my name on it. and say I did it!
But sometimes the paintings are bad and yet i say i did it........ that's when I feel really bad. That's when I weep.
Condoleeza Rice
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Profound
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DG
That's one thoughtful grandma - lucky grandkids.
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