My picture book writing critique group met last night and had a great session. One of the writers there has such a charming idea for a picture book. It's in the early stages, but I am optimistic that she will see the story born as a book sooner rather than later. I couldn't get the story out of my head, so this morning I had to use it as inspiration for my "doodle of the day." It's the most fun hanging out with creative people. They inspire me to work harder every day.
A good friend of mine asked for a story as a gift for a special three-year-old girl, who has a fish she named Dorothy Sparkly. I cannot wait to see how their adventure unfolds.
Most of us have seen photographs of the Paleolithic paintings on the walls of France’s Grotte Chauvet. Some of the paintings are 32,000 years old. While the horses, owls, and rhinoceros are exquisite, what I find haunting are the hands. Hundreds of outlined hands cover the walls, some imprinting the animal paintings with a kind of artist's signature, some all on their own or in groupings.
Not limited to the famous European caves, similar handprints are found all over the world, in places as diverse as South America and Australia. Their makers pressed their hands onto stone walls throughout the centuries and millennium, forming 'a great crowd of witnesses' to humanity's unwritten history.
While the words of men seem to dominate much of our written history, prehistory was more equal. Modern analysis and measurements show that many, if not most, of the Grotte Chauvet's handprints, belonged to women.
What were these women saying? What were their stories?
I believe their stories are essentially ours: I was here. I lived. I loved. For just a moment--I was.
And so they were. And so we are. Let us whisper our adventures into our daughters' ears; laugh with our friends; and write our hopes and dreams in our journals, our letters, and our blogs.
Tell your story. Leave a hand-print on the Wall.