I've been writing a lot lately about the power of journaling, but what about the power of just coloring?
Today I taped these three huge pieces of drawing paper to the wall in the hallway, pretty much the only big wall in the house I haven't hung a quilt on because you couldn't step back to look at it.
This giant coloring board is technically for James, who is needing an outlet for his emotions after a long day of school. We've been having some behavior issues and the teachers suggested this idea because he will be able to color how he is feeling.
Those words, that idea, struck a chord with me for some reason. I know very well that art is an excellent conduit for emotions, but I never added it up that James's chaotic scribble drawings were his way of venting.
I also didn't expect the overwhelming urge to cover this wall with my own silly drawings, or the host of weird questions that popped into my mind. What color is happiness? How can I express contemplation?
I have only one rule for this wall: no judgement. No matter what James, Josh, or I draw, there will be no judgement, no criticism, no condemnation.
We all feel. That is what this wall says. We all feel and we all have a right to our feelings. We all feel, even if we can't express it all with words or actions properly.
We all feel and this is a safe place for those feelings to be shown.
Let's go draw,