Much of my summer energy has been spent helping run a youth program for former refugee families on Chicago’s north side. One day with the 6-12th graders, we chucked our lesson plan and spent the whole afternoon doing creative projects because the kids were enjoying it so much (see pics above).
As I sat in the musky church basement watching the students and interns paint, color, braid, tape, construct, and shape things, I realized that every person in the group was engaged—a unique moment for a group of fidgety adolescents.
I felt a calmness in the room and have pondered it since. What is it about the creative act that can, at least for a few seconds, harness all of our restless movement?