I just finished watching Jumanji (2017), and I enjoyed it. What brought a little twinge to my heart (besides remembering Robin Williams in the first Jumanji movie – a film I never fully watched because honestly, it was really suspenseful and I couldn’t deal with wave after wave of disastrous surprise) was the film credits, “based on the book by Chris Van Allsburg.” His book covers were always so haunting, and I’m glad for these artists who shed thought into a growing mind.
I just got back from a 5-day backpacking trip through BAWT. And on the last day, they reminded us to ease into the day-to-day. It’s true. How do you explain everything AND share AND get people to experience what you did? They simply nod, and smile, and offer their polite, “That does sound great,” responses. If anything, the trip reminded me a lot about childhood.
I was blessed to have spent my childhood surrounded by books and nature – as cliche as that may sound. I loved to read, (but I didn’t care or value the nature until much later).
Somehow they go hand in hand. To me, they stretch the mind, build the imagination, and make connections. So that decades later, seeing a mustard sprig reminds me of walking the field behind my house, grabbing fistfuls of wild oats in my hands. Looking at toad eggs in a pond reminds me of tadpole springs and bringing egg sacs home. With books and authors, it’s the same. I was never “into” Chris Van Allsburg”, but I was always attracted by how his name looked on his book covers, and flipping through the books, the stories never “caught” me, but strangely enough, the images linger.
And maybe it’s a phase, but lately, I’m realizing that although I do like a breezy, quick read, or a stormy, deep read, I am also finding a place for the slower, paced reads.
I’m glad that we continue to remake books and movies. It’s interesting to see how plots and messages get maintained (or changed), and just how we as humans love a good story.