"Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young." W. Somerset Maugham
That is an intriguing statement, isn't it?
I have almost always thought of genuine creativity as being most readily available to the very young. See my post, "A child ... is an original ...", published June 30th, for some of my more extensive thoughts on this.
[To support that view, when I was studying for my Master's degree in education from Purdue University in the early 60's, I proposed for my thesis a creative writing study based on 6-yr. olds -- first grade. It was 'pooh-poohed' by everyone except my major professor (bless her heart), who told me to go for it!
I did, and was going to publish the results here. However, upon blowing all the cobwebs off of my thesis, I discovered that the results were much more complex than what I had remembered, SO ... unless you really want me to encapsulate and expound further on same in another post ... this will be the last word on that subject.
I should add that we had to do an analytical study on the correlation between creativity and intelligence as a result of this.]
Then, somewhat later (7/23), I published an Art Linkletter (ish) type post, which you might enjoy, if you didn't catch it earlier.
This one, published on the 18th of July ... 5th paragraph ... , is taken from Matthew East's telling of an outing with his 5-yr. old daughter.
Even more recently, another father posted about his very young daughter exclaiming, "Daddy, I was so happy this morning it felt like my heart was smiling."
From the mouths of children. Oh, how sweet!
And then we have these unique, one of a kind utterances, published just this past couple of days from a 43-year old 'youngster' in Australia ... ...
Is your "life painted in pastel shades ...", or is it "a growing piece of art in bold colors?"
"Is a nibble at the table of life sufficient to understand and appreciate the whole four courses?"
Folks, I have been told (and I thank all of you who have taken the time to comment now and then) that the way I put my words together in trying to recapture my thoughts and memories is unique ... I hope that it is. And, if it is, may it ever be so!