Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Wednesday, February 4
REVOLVE
Henry and Paul having a little morning whirl before the bus comes. Like most autistic children, Henry loves to spin and whirl. Something to do, again, with his differently wired sensory receptors. Puts me in mind of Whirling Dervishes, like the poet Rumi. Now if Henry would only pick himself up off the floor and start writing beautiful poetry! Perhaps he is thinking it.
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