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This has little to do with the post, I just like this photo. It has a lot to do with cropping and perspective - a little bit like wonder.

This has little to do with the post, I just like this photo. It has a lot to do with cropping and perspective – a little bit like wonder.

One of the coolest things I got to do in 2016 was shake the hand of one of my childhood icons*. On the list of books that shaped my world view, his name shows up a few times. I even got to attend a seminar he gave about writing middle grade series, but the important take away was not the subject of the talk. He mentioned a study he’d read once by a psychologist about childhood crushes.

Remember being a kid and getting a crush? Or rather, admiring someone and needing to be around someone, and the adults in your life (and those older kids who always seemed to know what they were talking about) assured you it had to be a crush?

He said that instead the study found that kids had crushes not because they understood the adult concept of love – but because they saw a quality they admired and they wanted or were trying to emulate it.

Think back.

Who did you have a crush on?

Why?

I was fascinated by people who surrounded my mom. She now has a craft room (the room formerly known as my brother’s) (aka the labyrinthine death trap) and monthly meetings with other crafters. As a kid, I was dragged to people’s craft rooms to admire their organization skills. I painted with pigments and stamped and cut and colored and learned acrylics and watercolors and oils. I brushed my fingers over yarn and fabric and unspun animal fibers. One of my friend’s mom had a loom and a spinner, and I can remember watching her spin fiber into thread and weave it then into fabric. I met people who bought kilns or built their own kilns or welded metal sculptures or carved them out of rock or resurrected near dead art forms to pay homage to still living cultures.

The people I had crushes on wanted to make the world just a little more full of wonder. Those are the kinds of people I want to hear from and showcase in my blog.

Welcome, 2017!

 

*This was actually the second time I met him. The first time, he said, “Hi, I’m Bruce” and I said “eeeee”. 2016 was the year of a lot of things, but I am most grateful for the redo.

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