“Imagine” is a song written and performed by the English musician John Lennon. The best-selling single of his solo career, its lyrics encourage the listener to imagine a world at peace, without the divisiveness and barriers of borders, religions and nationalities, and to consider the possibility that the focus of humanity should be living a life unattached to material possessions. – Wikipedia
This reference to John Lennon is cliché, I know. And I’ve sat here meditating for twenty minutes on the word “imagine” trying to get a sense of what to write. But this is what I keep coming back to, keep humming in my heart.
Imagination is everywhere in this house. On book shelves, art bins, play rooms and strewn across bedroom floors. Homemade projects are not contained, they spill out beneath every footstep, hide behind every door. There are but a few hours left of school, and yet we are still trying to create one last project, have one last experience. A unit study on Winnie the Pooh, a math project to create a restaurant. But right now, in this very moment, all I can think about are the days and days The Hare has been immersed in the study of the Civil Rights Movement and Martin Luther King Jr. She has heard clips of his speech, watched a documentary, read pages and pages of honest content from various sources. I’ve watched her eyes spill over with sympathy and horror for the tragic events, the lives destroyed because of hate and fear. And just when I think she isn’t quite mature, isn’t quite grasping the depth of our mistakes, I am humbled by her most recent connection.
The assignment was to imagine your “I Have a Dream” speech. What would you like to see changed in your lifetime?
Her thoughtful handwriting, lines carefully placed equal distance apart, created the most beautiful image: