Purple Dreamin'

As long as I can remember I have always loved the color purple. Warm childhood memories come flooding in when I think about the glass Nehi Grape Soda bottle grasped tightly between my tiny hands...

... or the twin grape popsicles mounted with two sticks that encouraged sharing.

But my true appreciation for the color purple came from reading Harold and the Purple Crayon by Crockett Johnson. This is the story of a little boy who happened to have one giant size imagination and one large purple crayon. Each adventure always began with Harold, a blank page and his purple crayon.

One never knew what Harold was thinking before he put his purple crayon to work; as it always began with a single purple line. All Harold had to do was take his purple crayon and begin to draw on his blank canvas. If he was hungry, he drew food. If he needed to cross a river, he drew a boat. There was nothing that was out of his reach. All he had to do was imagine it, believe it and draw it and then it would come into fruition.

Some days we are all often caught with just a blank page staring in front of us and are faced with what direction we should take.  The truth of the matter is we all have a purple crayon inside of us just waiting for us to grab it and draw one line. You just might surprise yourself in discovering just what a little doodling can bring to the table.

Who knows, it just might be the next best thing since the Slinky!

Never stop imagining :)