Coloring

Yesterday while Justus, Bella, and Izzy were all napping I did something that I haven't done in years. I sat on the couch with a box of crayons and a coloring book and I colored a picture. The house was completely quiet except for the shk,shk,shk of the crayon on the page. Had I been hooked up to a monitor, I'm certain you would have seen my heart rate and blood pressure drop dramatically.

I am convinced that coloring could change the world. (not quite as effectively as Jesus but still helpful.) Forget deploying Marines, we need to do air drops over Iran of crayons and coloring pages. UN meetings should begin with 15 minutes of coloring. Truckloads of coloring supplies should be donated to the local prison system. I think the percentage of rehabilitated inmates would sky rocket. Mind you, it can't be those cheap behind crayons from the dollar store. Sorry to the Rose Art company but those are the waxiest, crumbliest, unevenly pigmented-est coloring sticks ever. It's got to be the real deal. Crayola people. And at least a 64 box. (Anyone representing the Crayola company who may be reading -call me. We'll do lunch.)

Negotiations, treaties, cease-fires? Blah. World peace lies at the tip of a Cerulean crayon.

Not buying it? Well, Debbie-Downer, try it. Yes, it's another silly challenge. Sometime this week, bury yourself away with a box of crayons and a fun coloring book full of puppy dogs, butterflies, and rainbows and go to town with it! It might not create world peace --but I bet it will be the most relaxing twenty minutes of your day. How can it not be when you have crayons that are dandelion, carnation pink, and purple mountains' majesty?