I remember making a book when I was little.
I vaguely recall the story had something to do with a family of animals living near a beach.
I made drawings of weird dog-like creatures on pieces of paper that I folded to look like pages.
When I showed it to my grandfather
He knelt down so we were face-to-face
And looking directly into my eyes
He said to me:
“Michele, you have a gift from God.”
Believe me, the drawing wasn’t THAT good…
Sure, I drew recognizable objects
But that’s a far cry from being like some child prodigy drawing like Michelangelo at the age of 4.
Did he see something I didn’t?
Was it a glimpse of the artist I would become..
or was it something else?
My husband I volunteer to teach art
To a group of inner city kids in downtown Phoenix.
A couple of days ago
Something beautiful happened.
Surrounded by kids,
talking and drawing together
at a crowded table..
I saw a small boy.
so small, and quiet
he practically disappeared.
His tiny head was bent down
on the drawing in front of him.
I glanced at what he was working on
and I felt time stop.
All the chaos in the room
faded into the background.
There was something different about this child.
Something rare and beautiful.
I saw it.
And in that
seemingly small and insignificant moment..
I understood that there was something tremendous
that brought me here.
“That is a great brontosaurus, “I told him
“and what a terrific volcano!”
The boy looked up..
clearly surprised that I noticed him..
that I was talking to him.
“You draw really well,” I continued
“I can see your wonderful imagination
in your drawings.”
With a tiny smile, and light in his eyes
The boy whispered. “Thank you.”
I asked him his name..
“Jesus.” He replied.
I leaned in real close so we were face to face..
And looking directly into his eyes, I said,
“Jesus, you have a gift from God.”