I have always had a thing for clouds up in the sky. I used to love to lay in the grass and watch them morph and change, all the while imagining, bird, elephant, ice cream cone, ships.
When I taught young children in California ( ages 6 to 8 ) I tried to sneak in a bit of time for imagination, things to get their creative writing flowing…
They had never been taught about the secrets hidden in clouds, so I made it my job to teach them… even when the principal disapproved of the practice… Then we had to do it on the sly or at recess times. After a time, we went in to capture them on white paper.
“Teacher, this paper is white and so are the clouds! How can we make them on white paper?”
I got out the blue chalk, “Watch.” I said. And using the blue chalk I proceeded to outline a cloud on the white field. Then I lay the chalk on its side and carefully filled in the sky all around my cloud, during which I heard such things as…
“I WANNA TRY IT!”
“Draw the shapes you saw in the clouds today.” I said.
And when they were done I handed them lined paper.
“Now write about what you saw!” I encouraged. (At these times, I never heard a complaint from even one about having to write.)
I was such a rebel.
Today I want to share with you a time in your youth when you lay on your back with friends and imagined… the clouds are still there, beckoning to you. When was the last time you stopped a moment and just looked into the clouds?
Tell me, what do you see?
(All photos are clickable to allow a better view!)