Unicorn Dreams

My granddaughter turned seven last week.  Lots of birthday parties with a uniform theme.  Lots of presents.  Perhaps her most precious present, surprisingly to many people, is her first journal.  A real journal with a unicorn cover.  A real journal -- with a lock!

After all the presents were opened at the Kuhn get-together, she immediately took her journal, picked out a beautiful color from her new gel pen set, and went off to a corner to secretly write.  And later, I spied her off to the side of the gathering just observing everything, then thoughtfully penning something in her private journal. 

It's hard to believe that there are children in this day and age that want to write.  After all, there are so many forces pitched against writing. 

But I think writing, as Mark Edmundson writes, is a meditation;  "Writing is as close as some of us can come to prayer; writing is a way of being, righteously, in the world."

When one writes, wonders can pour out.  Is it good?  Is it bad?  I don't know.  All I know is that it simply is.  It is.  It is and my seven-year-old is now doing it. 

Thanks to a unicorn journal with a real lock!

Carpe diem Life,
David Kuhn