Winter, Prints, and Writing

For creative inspiration, I need only visit the book shelves in my sons’ room. There I pull at spines, turn pages, and wonder—a practice children’s books often remind me to do. I sat down with the minimalist sketches and poetry of Winter by Aoi Huber-Kono, which begins with clouds…and ends with the claws and markings, footprints. The book is a journey: clouds pressed into the sky, footprints pressed into the snow, the pale page.

Footprints

In reading this book, I thought more about those prints, our prints; where they lead, where they have been, where they are going. What are the prints you have pressed in your life, on paper, with words or actions, on hearts or minds? Imagine fingerprints smeared on soft cheeks, under the wisp or curl of hair? Imagine footprints pushed in the thick earth; a tread of choices, actions, or stillness pressed against shadows or soil? What prints have you followed, pressing your curious in the deep embedded path of life? What prints will you leave behind outlined with your experience and wisdom? Where are you going? Where have you been? How will you press that wading narrative into the page?

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Categories: Education, Inspiration, Parenting, Writing

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