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Endless Creativity Across the Generations

This is as hopeful as I can get sometimes.

-AS

Endless Creativity Across the Generations

  • Originally posted on a 6s community, May 23, 2011 at 10:52am

My grandparents survived the Great Depression; my children’s entire childhoods will be mired in the Great Recession.

My grandparents were part of a generation that reinvented American ingenuity; my children will be tasked with reinventing a global ingenuity.

My grandparents traversed their years in everything from covered wagon and horseback to naval ships and cars; my children’s generation must decide how to make travel cleaner than any of the options of all our pasts.

My grandparents picked cotton, hand laundered clothes, moved to follow the work; my children must relearn the old lessons to reduce the poisons that made our grandparents’ lives and our lives “easier” and “better” and “comfortable,” for the toxicity of that easier, better, comfortable living has reached critical mass.

My grandparents didn’t have all the answers; my children won’t have all the answers either.

Perhaps there is no more excellent way but to enter adulthood with the burdening trials of too many ancestors; perhaps it is in having a problem that a generation can persist with urgency, courage, and fortitude to create a new brand of solutions.

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Accidental Art

We don’t have showings like this anymore. Now, the bits and bobs go into jars in my office, or like during Book Camp, we take pictures only.

-AS

Accidental Art

  • Originally posted on a 6s community, June 6, 2011 at 1:57pm

“How to be an Explorer of the World” stows quietly in my shoulder bag as we flip-flop our way into the morning steam. The mission today: Find Accidental Art.

Corroded pennies and broken bits of glass tile, bent wire and a broken cell phone and an utterly smashed bottle cap are added to the bag, but the blue paint splatter and the budding branch cradled by the curb, the oil splotch and the bird poo graffiti must emblazon their artistic qualities upon our minds.

They’re sleeping now, Eldest and Middling and Third; tonight we’ll unveil our first showing if we can contain ourselves until Daddy opens the garage, crosses the house, and finds us giddy and hopeful before the serene makeshift gallery. I hope the art and the abstraction enter their brains and multiply in the cool of naps and night; I deeply desire their growth of eyes upon eyes for viewing their worlds.

I wonder if they’ll sign autographs.

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