I was in the very last class of Miss Ivy Hill’s kindergarten in Harriman. She taught her classes for over thirty years in the upstairs classroom of her home. The list of accomplishments of students who began their education under her tutelage is impressive. She never married, but she had hundreds of “her children.”
Each graduate of her kindergarten has in some drawer, box or cedar chest, a large hard bound scrapbook as a reminder of Miss Ivy’s class. She began each day with an assignment to color a picture from a nursery rhyme with specific instructions of which color to use, where to use that color, and which part to leave for her to complete. Each week’s project occupies a single page.
Some would listen to instructions and complete the task. Others would learn that failure to listen resulted in a second chance to get it right. The experienced Crayola Crayon artists knew the tricks to garner public praise - a heavy accented border then uniform coloring in the same direction while staying in the lines. A whiff of a crayon can bring all of that back in an instant.
It was an experienced educator’s way of teaching listening, focus, concentration, and achievement to a group of five year olds beginning their journey into education. The scrapbook was an ingenious way to create a physical reminder of the class for the parents and student. (Mine was better than my brother’s).
I was reminded of this recently reading an article noting the recent major increase in the interest and sales of “adult coloring books.” Thankfully that phrase simply means coloring books for adults and NOT coloring books NOT for children.
The article noted sales of coloring books have increased in 2015 from 1 million to 12 million units. Oddly, though, the writer took a negative opinion on the trend implying that, even though relaxing to many, coloring is a poor effort at therapy from stress, meditation and creativity.
Really? Poor example of creativity? I just saw a painting of a solid color on canvas displayed in a prestigious museum as a work of brilliance. Clearly I am not an art expert because it looks just like a single color painted on a canvas.
The writer went on to say that the therapy, meditation and creativity were lacking because they did not involve professional counseling or guidance. Really? A person is not able to find something in life calming and relaxing without the aid of someone who guides it? I disagree.
Patients have brought their coloring books to my office delighted to show their work and glowing about how relaxing it is. There is a sense of achievement with each page and a discussion about colors chosen and patterns created.
It isn’t loud political arguments. It isn’t heartbreaking news stories from around the world. It isn’t a television pitchman wearing either the clothes of a minister or doctor trying to separate a person from their money for promises of a better life.
It isn’t a digital screen with constantly moving banners. It isn’t pop up ads rudely hijacking a screen. It isn’t a low battery alert reminding one of a failure to properly charge last night.
It isn’t the heartache of thinking, once again, about someone who isn’t there.
It is just coloring. Staying inside the lines. The freedom to pick the color. The choice of how to develop the pattern. The uniqueness of the pencil or crayon. The ability to focus on one thing, one thing only, and to allow everything of this world to be outside the brain and cease weighing down the heart.
Is that not creativity? The expression of one’s choices and decisions on a page in front of them? The lines are there, but the choices are theirs.
Is that not meditation? Focusing on one thing, pushing aside the worries of the mind, and claiming a sense of peacefulness and achievement?
Is that not art? I’ve seen some harsh creations by artists making a religious statement. Surely the definition of art has already been broadened by now.
I would even go one step further and suggest that it is an excellent exercise in maintaining cognitive function in older adults. If I was a university medical professor seeing a leisurely five patients a week, I would propose a grant to study coloring and its effects on sustaining cognitive abilities and reducing memory decline in an aging population. It may actually measure the process.
My mother began coloring last year. The loss of my dad meant she had many decisions, adjustments, and changes in her life after sixty years years of having him to talk to about everything. Now, with the close support of my older brother, she navigated the new life that widows have to learn on their own - rooted within their soul.
Her coloring books provide a time of peacefulness when the brain seems to settle and focus on matters deeply within the mind. Her completed pages are beautiful. She even has one based on her favorite hymn and focuses on the peaceful reassurance of “It Is Well With My Soul” as she colors. (Hymns - remember those? They are those wordy things in that book sitting in the pew in church)
It is an excellent trend and I hope it continues. In a world of all things digital, the power of simple hand-eye coordination and expression of thought on a piece of paper is triumphing. Again.
Eric J. Littleton, M.D. (@DrEricLittleton) is a musician and Family Physician in Sevierville, TN. Topics covered are general in nature and should not be used to change medical treatments and/or plans without first discussing with your physician. Send questions to askdrlittleton@gmail.com