Friday, December 12, 2008



is unresolved,
but getting there.


Not much time to draw, but I was with the children last week. That, of all things, should be counted as working on this project.

This time many of the children were from small foster and group homes. It makes a difference when a child has two people to call Guardians, or sometimes, Parents. They rest well, they listen well, they part well.

I had two girls in my care. I was braiding the hair of one of them, and another tiny girl came and stared at us with her mouth open. She went away to get changed and then came back to stare. "You look like her mother," she said. "Only mothers will tie hair."

Last year I felt that I had a monstrous heart because my love for the kids was limited to five days. However sincere my love was, it had a cap.

This year I felt that I could stay there forever, cold showers and all. Or at least for longer than five days. Maybe because they were easier to love, maybe because I came more prepared. Maybe this monstrous heart is morphing.