Remember when Redwall was at its height? Twelve years ago, nine out of ten bookish eleven year-olds were carrying around some book from the Redwall series. Die hard fans requested scones with meadowcream and…
For the child, and for the parent seeking to guide him, it is not half so important to know as to feelSaturday, April 24th, 2010
Once, when my daughter was about six or seven, I took her to the tide flats at low tide, just after dawn. For the longest time, we sat on our haunches with our eyes closed, listening to the beach breathe. It was one…
“Even if I could live forever,” she said to the baby, “I still don’t know which way I would teach you. I was once so free and innocent. I too laughed for no reason.
“But later I threw away my foolish innocence to protect myself. And then I taught my daughter, your mother, to..”.
When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairiesSunday, December 27th, 2009
“I don’t want ever to be a man,” he said with passion. “I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time among the fairies.”
She gave him a look of the most intense admiration, and…
And a third brightly lit express train thundered past.
“Are they chasing the first travelers?” asked the little prince.
“They’re not chasing anything,” the switchman said. “They’re sleeping in there, or…”
Discover that simple, childlike, and mysterious secret known to those of the Uncarved Block: Life is Fun.Saturday, June 13th, 2009
When you discard arrogance, complexity, and a few other things that get in the way, sooner or later you will discover that simple, childlike, and mysterious secret known to those of the Uncarved Block: Life is Fun.
From the state of the Uncarved Block comes the ability to…
Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines, hidden under the weedy mass of years.Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
Hit a tripwire of smell, and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Though I’ve always had a healthy sense of self, I knew this lecture needed more than just bravado. I asked myself: “What do I, alone, truly have to offer?”
And then, there in that waiting room, I suddenly knew…
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to have to explain things to them always and forever.Tuesday, February 10th, 2009
I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: “Frightened? Why should anyone be frightened by a hat?”