Today I colored. Red and blue and purple. Meg told me Boots' stomach color, I obliged. For a moment I felt completely relaxed. I realized that much of the things we regard as "childsplay" is exactly what we need more of in our adult world.
What if everyone carried around a coloring book and box of crayolas? What if, in a free minute, we did something as simple as coloring in a monkey's belly. Would we be more calm? Less stressed?
Is the answer to world peace as simple as a box of crayons?