I know I have smeared this all over Facebook but I cannot celebrate enough. Take one little boy, Peredon. If I am correct, doubly abandoned, who seems to only want to push, hit, break, and shove. Now add art and activities at the park…but still…push, break, hit and shove. Week upon week. Ok let’s give him something to squeeze. Let’s get all of them squeezing and poking. All kids like that right?
Well, I hand a ball of clay to Pancake and she is totally disgusted with it, and with me. Remember she cannot see. I am thinking, doesn’t everyone like to squeeze clay? I am wrong and she let me know. But that was fine and off she went humming. But hand that same ball of clay to the trouble-maker and oh my gosh magic lights up the patio.
I showed him how to roll a log of clay…he imitated…circle the coil around…he did it…then the shapes began. With total focus and great attention to detail he created a grand still life of clay forms. Then out came the beads. Does he grab them all and throw them? No…no…carefully he pushed them in to the clay. Pat, Michael and I were so totaly stunned by his concentration and attention to detail we just kept hollering “oh wow” then we would clap and say it again. And he looked up at us with such pleasure.
Then ever so carefully he arranged his forms, in lines, a lovely structure. Michael working with Phil was tugged at to make sure he saw the constructions. For me I was gifted with a blown kiss. Pat looked at me and said “did you see that? Oh wow!”
Today I was privy to the opening of a mind. We all saw inside that little brain like never before. And what we saw was miraculous. And he knew it. And he was as pleased as we were. It was a transcendent moment in this temporal world. We left him, still working some clay. I walked away changed as well.
