We recognize instantly when a child needs lifting up, often without the need for words at all. We stop what we're doing. We respond. We lift them up - physically and metaphorically - and suddenly everything feels better. So why do we stop?
For the past few weeks my head has been full of rocks. Rocks in waking moments, rocks in my dreams. Not just any rocks. Really special rocks. Kindness rocks.
Creativity is a combination of discipline and a childlike spirit.
Locked in a soundproof cell with padded walls is the place I am best able to find my sanity and lose my mind simultaneously.
"Don't be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand."