“Every new friend is a new adventure.. the start of more memories.” Patrick Lindsay
My husband and I volunteer to teach art to a group of inner city kids in downtown Phoenix.
Since we have been doing this for a couple of years now,
we see a lot of familiar faces..
but we always leave the classroom door wide open
for anyone new who wants to join us.
Last night, I was sitting at a table, drawing
when a group of rambunctious boys
came shouting and stumbling into the room.
I did not raise my voice..
I did not say, “Be quiet!”
I did not tell them to “Settle down!”
I did not stand up..
and I did not stop drawing.
Almost immediately, the boys came over to where I was sitting..
and I smiled at them.
“It’s easier to draw when it is quiet.” I said softly.
Then the boys took one look at the bizarre anthropomorphic worm creature I was working on
and immediately sat down at the table with me.
They were so intrigued by the weird imaginary creature I had created..
They asked questions, made comments
and the conversation grew and grew.
We talked and laughed…
pretty soon, we were all happily drawing together.
One boy suggested I add a pair of wings to my monstrosity, which I did.
Unfortunately, I do not have a picture to show you
because I gave it away.
Such is the power of art.