Several years ago, after watching a documentary about a child who believed he was a reincarnated monk and returned to monastic life, I wrote a short story called The Littlest Monk. Then I buried it with other neglected files. Several months ago, I reincarnated the story and edited it fairly extensively with the intention to illustrate and publish it. This morning, I completed some "informal usability testing" by reading it to a class of Grade One students.
Like light, creativity, and communication, fire is a contagious energy that ignites collective values and embodies abundance by expanding through sharing. Fire gathers us to warmth and companionship. It soothes and mesmerizes us, in dancing flourishes of flame and swirling smoke.
To our ancestors, at the centre of every camp and village, fire gave warmth in the coldness, light in the darkness, and nourishing sustenance daily. Most importantly, fire invoked the great, intangible lesson that sharing it by extending it to others, rather than diminishing the quantity or quality of the fire, actually created more and ensured that the vital resource would not be extinguished.
Reflections on IGNITING CREATIVITY
Last summer, we cleaned out the loft of our barn and found some forgotten treasures, included a book called Cordelia and the Enchanted Forest, which I had written and illustrated as a project in high school. My girls, ages 9 and 5, found the book suitably enchanting, leading me to consider resurrecting it.