Early morning i felt the urge to be InTouch with Wendy. [Golden Levitt]. just a hello and Love, and sent her an email. Just that. Within an hour, received word back. She is working again in the Studio, and is collaborating with a boy who moved with his immediate family from Ukraine to Canada some 5 years ago, who is "learning about war and the family has not heard from fifteen of their close relatives". This morning, at the Studio, he wrote this. She asked if she could share it. He said yes.
Here in my awkward way
Protection a poem by Slav P. age 11
I closed my eyes while I was so so so so so so scared.
I pretended I was in a hammock in the woods. It was very green. It was very quiet.
I pretended that Grace's goats came to me, snuggled me, lay under me.
I feel warm. I feel protection. I open my pretend eyes. I see the goat eyes.
I pretend I am sitting on the edge of their rectangle eyes.
I will see everything like a goat. you make your eyes rectangle and you can see things in a different way to keep you safe from all the bad noise of the world.
I hope one day to have a goat with me. I will bring it to Wendy's place. I will make a soft pile for the resting of the goat on the magic feather cloth where it can look at all the stitching like I have for years. it has magic. because i now can make my eyes go rectangle.
only graces goats can know. all i have to do is touch the magic feather cloth. and maybe with goat eyes, the world could be safe again. I love this idea. do you?
i sat. my whole self swirling with sensation i looked out the window, the world was swirling, i was swirling in it. Elizabeth Gilbert....that Intelligence....."it tries to find us in however we are most....that we can most find it". I was found.
After my breath returned, I asked her if she could ask him if i might share his Poem here and he said: "I read her blog. so do my friends. I would like it if she puts it up on her blog. This feels good.
Slav.....Thank You for being you. With all my Heart, Thank you. Wendy, Everything......
