Not To Be Confused With Instinct
Previous post about Intuition vs. Instinct
the reasons for this blog is to be a journal in which I can express a
few of my inner thoughts and experiences to my close friends. Over the
years, people from various parts of the world have read this blog and
found something in here that rings a bell, strikes a chord, or in
someway stimulates a response. I am happy that there are, in here,
connections between some of us that span distance, age, and culture.
I thank my
motivator and mentor, Marian, for encouraging me to write a journal. I
write this in the same way that I have written letters and stories to
her, except now I can illustrate with my photography, or items and
images of interest that I find on the internet, and I have learned how
to design the page so that it retains some of it’s graphic balance and
integrity in the email version on her Windows PC.
I ran across an article in Scientific American that stimulated the gray matter beneath my graying hair. (Article)
It reminded me of my first encounter with public schools, or more precisely, with one specific public school teacher.
my immersion into academia at Wrights Academy in Allentown, PA. It was a
place where children were encouraged to be creative, and, after some
time adjusting to unfamiliar surroundings, I responded with enough gusto
that I was promoted early to the next grade. I flourished in the
encouraging and stimulating environment. I really enjoyed school at the
when we moved to Emmaus, PA to occupy the house my dad had built to
accommodate every ones needs, according to age and interests, that my
mother decided she didn’t wish to drive me to the academy 5 days a week.
So I was enrolled in the local public school.
It was there
that my teacher, Mrs. Peacock, stubbornly wouldn’t accept my ability to
write, read, and solve mathematical equations that were beyond what she
was teaching her second grade students. My solution was to
under-perform in classroom math, stop writing cursive and print all
was my own private world. I could get all the books that I wanted to
read at the public library, where, after a few weeks, I earned an adult
card once I had read every book in the children's and junior section.
So, library good - public school, pretty much a waste of my time.
a couple of kids that liked to read comics and we would draw
collaborative stories in comic strip form. This would start with one or
two frames with one character saying something, (in a speech balloon),
while leaving room for one or more characters to be drawn by the next
pass this page around until class was over, sometimes finishing the
page, or adding more in the next class. I continued playing this
cartooning game during class in every school, (including catechism), I
attended in Pennsylvania, California, and Texas, until I went to
I met many talented artists and cartoonists throughout those
years by playing a game that kept our creativity alive.
I have had
many jobs over the years as an artist, cartoonist, graphic designer,
and art director. I think that cartooning game had a lot to do with the
development of my artistic skills.
intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful
servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has
forgotten the gift.” - Albert Einstein
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