#54: The Power of Words

They do make a difference.

I think about the power of words a lot.

I am a pre-schooler. On a Saturday morning, my mom takes me to an art class at the local art museum led by other moms…artistic ones I guess. Once inside the classroom, we put on aprons and stand in front of easels covered with large sheets of paper that are set up on both sides of the room. We are given a brush...maybe two…and pots of paint…red, blue, green, yellow. I don’t recall if there is something in particular that we told to paint…The sun? A blue sky? A green hill of grass with flowers?